February 2009
1 post
December 2008
2 posts
the desert in winter; poetry, mine.
winter now. we are older, we understand the importance of silence. where no snow can fall, our secrets will betray us. even still, i must tell you this; i’m swallowing stars, illuminating worn-rock caverns, lighting the passageways to where you could steal my heart.
November 2008
1 post
June 2008
1 post
timandra; (poetry -- my own)
you were born an ocean-child, sea foam bubbling from your lips, crested waves of hair and when the woman placed you in my arms i was blind and deafened intoxicated with the roar of the waves and my shame. i saw my (& your) capacity for deceit in your wandering eyes, flirtatious, curious to take in everything, an ever-present reminder of my own, for when zeus came instead of your father, i...
December 2007
2 posts
perhaps love? (poetry or something like it)
it wasn’t supposed to come to this. one night, a chance to forget and lose our selves and fears in a tumbled heap of limbs and lust and what, in our younger and less vulnerable days, we might have called love. i was not one of those girls who need men like they need oxygen - and i suppose that is still true but i do wear your sweater when i am alone, its’ fibers woven with...
i hate hearing people talk about wanting that one perfect moment in their lives. i can’t remember the last time i went through a day without at least one perfect moment. are they wrong or am i?
August 2007
8 posts
oh, oh, oh, i almost forgot! here’s my rainbow; actually, it’s one of several but it was my favourite. there were two others in the sky when i took this shot. (near lake granby 0828070
maureen’s right — this one’s pretty amazing. the clouds out here hang in the sky so perfectly, so delicately. (grand lake 082807)
(on the road between grand lake and granby, 082807)
just your run-of-the-mill stormy Colorado sunset. or maybe there’s nothing run-of-the-mill about it.
(right at the top of trail ridge road, 082807)
practically my favourite place in the country and the reason i went out here this summer. i’d hate to miss it because it started snowing early.
(RMNP, 082807)
places like this make me realize that it is okay that i am utterly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. there are bigger things out there.
(RMNP, 082807)
there is so much beauty in the world, it could just take your breath away (or is that the altitude?).
a slight distraction;
i got stuck for about 15 minutes waiting to go up old falls road. somehow, i don’t think it’s fair that waiting in line should be this beautiful.
(old falls road, RMNP, 082807)
following the road should always be this much fun
(thompson canyon, CO, 082707)
tomorrow (082707), i leave. westwards, through the mountains to remember the heady beauty of altitude and touching clouds. i always remember jeanette winterson’s short story about the four islands, each tied to a specific element. I fell in love with aeros where the island floated above the sea and people got lost in stories. i’ll be there and back again with photographs and,...
July 2007
7 posts
“they surmised that she had floated from the stars in the navy blue sky. like...”
– (fanny howe, ‘white plate painted with more white’ from “glasstown: where something got broken”)
“i just want every boy i see to walk away with part of me until there’s...”
– japanese gum by her space holiday
