Saturday, February 27, 2010

saw the symphony. heard it. beautiful and real. lashing rain, my umbrella blew inside out over and over. wet and tattered by the end of the night; i shouldn't have worn my pretty shoes. the city is so exciting. i miss that. broken down trains; rides with strangers.

Monday, February 15, 2010

brimming with feelings unknown

Saturday, February 13, 2010

separate and apart now. strange and familiar at once.
highway at night, ahead of me curled like glittering christmas ribbon
i love finding a note or list someone has written in the pages of a used book, or the floor of the laundromat, or anywhere else. that little insight into someone else's world.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

water marks blurring blue notebook lines to a puddle of sunlit pale.
that makes me want to run my fingers across it, feel the irregularities smoothed in look but not in touch.
soothing and exhilarating at once, i catch my breath imagining.