Women’s Rooms that is a long complicated subject. red room, blue room that room was a sanctuary this room is a prison Each of us have our own room, placed within the vastness of the house. Patterns and behaviors sleepiness, fighting to keep our eyes open, as though we could fall asleep instantaneously of course …
Tag: contemplation
Dentistry or the San Juan Islands as Viewed from Space
I see my uncertainty as a vast mysterious network of intersecting lines, falling away, returning to implant themselves on my memory, without understanding. I take one line and it leads to love, lost or taken, words colliding and falling to ash. Now I sit within the ticking clock, its constant small noise blocking out any…
Where did I come from/how did I arrive?
(After Bhanu Kapil) It was along the edge of a shadow or was it that shooting star that traipsed oh so quickly by that left me here marooned on this vibrant green yet inexplicably dark earth As if Bowie were my father my feet reveled in the glimmering glamour of solid ground yet my inner…
The Dark Room
The room is dark, darker than I remember it being, ever. It is if all the lights have been extinguished; not even the glow of a digital clock remains. Or am I still in the dream? Or waking up from the dream – my dead father speaking to me, his voice unfamiliar. I shift my…
Just Thinking
I wonder only to myself about what it will take to pull me out of this mood frustration -acute a thorn in my side I sit on the porch feeling the breeze watching the blue light shift and I want to speak to someone about something that matters This Wednesday night I’m not tuning into…
The Layers of Love 