D.

some days just feel like holes, or like the roots of trees. some days the sky just feels so far away.

A.

d.


i love you. anytime i start to hate where i am i think of you. and for some reason that makes me love this place. you're my home away from home. you understand the deep, lonesome roads that make up much of my soul. your strength gives me strength. thanks for fighting this fight a long side me.


i am really thankful for you.


a.

d.

I am here,

with wet socks and gum too sweet for my teeth.

A very tall man is sleeping in the arm chair I wanted to work in.

            I assume these inconsistent whistles are his making.

                             A sleepy sort of breathing.

The clock ticks softly

          and comfort cirlces the room.

I make a gum bubble.

I hear it pop and think about its sound and its departure.
       where does sound go?
       I would like to follow.    


                  I imagine a field above the clouds,
                  where grass grows out of sky instead of dirt.
                  it moves together like water in a basin
                  like suds in a sink...
                            ...birds for a kite; what a grand way to fly.


It's a library sort of stillness
implanting these untimely fancies.
    I had hoped it would provide
    an essay.

 

a.

there is a house built out of stone

wooden floors, walls and window sills

tables and chairs worn by all the dust

this is a place where i don't feel alone

this is a place where i feel at home

- the cinematic orchestra

D.

Lorna Crozier
(1948)

Excellence In The Small.
Tears Frozen On Your Face. 

Winter: eat the little, talk a lot -- 
that's magpie's definition.

Tears freeze on the cheeks and
never fall. This is cold, not sadness.

Somewhere warmer, Vallejo said
we must learn

a different way of weeping. For now,
the old way will have to do. 

a.

i decided that it was worth the wait.

a.

i want him to stay - framed.away from the growing up that awaits him.

d.

as for happiness - it spills itself. your freckles adorn my skin.

A.

what a tragedy it is that i can go days without noticing your beauty.

d.

i just love mr. ryland. 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lesleykerr/3737200599/in/set-72157623298957662/

d.

i whispered secrets to you last night, hoping that i was right in thinking you were close enough to hear. you bowed your head from heaven and whispered back to me, "deanna, i'll always be there holding your hand."

a.

funny which words stick around 20 years down when you're driving alone.

D.

tonight i wish for her, breathing quiet on my chest, reminding me to breathe slow.

A.

sometimes it's about finding the joy in lasting only a season.