sometimes one must retrace her footsteps to find
silver slippers in the grass
abandoned
when seeking a southern sun

as warmth pulls to the sky
naked toes
catch dew
we are grounded
then we fly

bite a bone, crack a tooth.

I'm a pro at herding instincts.
But crap at keeping them in the pen.

she was trying to show me things I didn't want to see.

there are kiss marks on my Qur'an.

in some cultures

chess is foreplay.

a simple matter of fun

run around at night without any purpose

whatsoever

if you want a man to tell you the truth

give him something to hold.

piecing together experiences to become whole vs

being whole and staying whole

if one does not radiate outward

one risks being pulled apart by contradictory

internal forces

eternal sunshine was a humbling counterargument to the sentiment that postmodern relationships are fragmented nothings

when all things are equally true

all things are equally meaningless

wrap yourself around said heart,
then squeeze

i'm watching strangers walk through my life.
in. and. out.

as if the end were near
whispers grow -
wishes of a departed soul
hellish musings beyond control
a pen in the dark runs out of ink
a heartbeat shakes the body whole

Muslims: without'em, more of y'all would be working this christmas.

if you can't respect the innocent, you're not worth respecting.

i bet you money

it's easier to be a nun

than a muslim woman.

put on some pants
comb your hair
tell yourself there is a God
and get on with your To-Do List.

innocence is

the slow re-emergence of a sleeping soul

on shared people-hood.

on other-ness.

on the loss of sleeping corners. losing them one by one.

my horoscope on the tv screen at the gas pump today

said I "speed over the freeways, but need to take the scenic country road" GAH. I just want to get to my destination!

postmodern people are horrendously fragmented.

beginning and ending as strangers.

i'm a spiritual malcontent who luxuriates too much in the senses.

i've been in the dragon's lair, and put out his fire.

encapsulated romantic episodes?

primordial cringe.

i turn people into creatures i want to keep.

corporate IMs are the best conversations ever. it's office telepathy.

nothing short of spectacular.

i hear wind against the windows.

i hate it when i want something, as i'm so much less agreeable.

my most entertaining habit: to mope and wallow.

spent a lot of time sniffing candy canes today.

i write myself into your life and it can't be taken back.

white curtains and amber lace.

I don't like food.

secrets float.

coffee is like vodka for muslims.

I'm tired of the visionless male and prophetic female.

Radiate.

in my stories, the girls always win. not so in life.

i would like to taser girls that giggle.

sometimes you need an eternal moment.

the severest flaw of a devoted soul: she luxuriates too much in the senses.

today i noted another casualty on the battleground of postmodern romance.

I too often move the mountain.

i prove that you live.

i'm doomed to be the magic mirror.

only loss forces decisions.

is well aware of the curse of interesting people.

emotions are innately unreasonable.

rainstorms turn people into fools.

jinn genie genius

cosmic rush

presence like an invisible shield in a duststorm

a beast that lives in a box under the floorboards
the (darlingstar)
(whisper its name)
(always)

free but still
a loophole fanatic

when shields and daggers fall from the sky, the best thing to do is not to ask why, but to run for cover.

trust a woman in barefeet who climbs trees
but never a man in barefeet who does the same

flirts and flakes (snow)
incongruous affections (fall)

tender-hearted devil

incidental miracles