a shout out

awesome beats of the funkyshit variety: http://moongriffin.bandcamp.com/

Who are you writing anyway?
Yes. The rain is breezing by, and the winds beat down the last leaves of ending autumn.  Colder the nights breath, icy gusts down my neck.  Whipping at my hair, weighing it down with watery air – weather. You are welcome here.

Recipe for a deliciously happy Valentine's evening (albeit a solo one)

STEP 1

hello handsome.

come to mama

STEP 2

hummus n veggies

STEP 3 

cool hipnoise beats:

STEP 4

artichoke with a lemon dill aioli

yummmm yum

STEP 5

  tortellini in bechamel sauce w/ sun-dried tomato and garlic

STEP 6

naturally:

STEP 7

An Affair To Remember - 100% Charming

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ggw5bLWezEM&feature=related

STEP 8

making cookies is fun!

Happy Valentine's!

i'm sorry i brought it up.
really.

just thinking

Sitting here with Gramma
In a hospital bed -
Ticking, reverberating noises,
The hum of busy, work-horse nurses
Outside the door,
And overhead, a cacophony of commercials
Complete the distracting orchestra,
Numbing the pain
Loneliness and worry.
And, I know that just a
Few halls away,
Babies are being born -
Tears of joy stream down
The cheeks of new moms.
And though I can't hear it over
This soporific symphony,
I also know that outside these
Thick, unyielding windows,
The rain is pounding down
Hard
In a pulsing, choreographed ballet.
And I wonder,
Does the rain ignore
What happens here inside?
Or, does each dewy pearl
Drop with the same love that's
Locked up in these humming confines?
Like a mirror -
All love - is in everything.
 breathing in
 releasing out

"You get the best efforts from others not by lighting a fire beneath them, but by building a fire within."  
~ Bob Nelson

With or Without You

Like the eyelash
of fate
Protectively flickering
up and down
Slowly resting against
Decision's soft cheek.
A firm but yeilding form
Gentle strokes
Hide the promise of future
behind its sultry veil.
Images change the history
of time
Like the surreal
and jagged scene
of a silent film
Rehearsing the script of
Your life
Whether you play the game or not.

Reflections of the dark

In the lusty midnight hours
stroking the soft small of your back
in a magnetic pull - drawn in
but refraining.
stay asleep,
rest with the moon
as these paling hours tremble on
reflections flowing down the
ebbing stream of discontent and
Solicitous solitude.
bemoaning stature of
a prosaic, archaic palindrome
forward and back again
sweet strokes of adoration
lost in the melancholy mind of bemusement