Sunday, November 29, 2009

characters whisper secrets that the mind races to collect, revelations for which the hands do not want to be responsible.
do not give me poetry without wisdom, or prose lacking a sense of poetry.
what we destroy in ourselves can be rebuilt, and that is how the heart learns resilience.
"each day I wish the mirrors could be silenced"

Saturday, November 28, 2009

cold ground is best warmed by feet in night prayer.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

best part of the day: eating chocolate cake in the men's bathroom.
she who wants to control everything should not want things she cannot control.