February 26, 2011

dear morning. i am pretty happy. drinking instant coffee in my artificially frozen one bedroom. so close to the green belt that i have only been to once. my dog is snoring in her leopard snuggie against me and music videos are on the tube. yesterday i got the amazing news that the boys in Liars & Saints all want me in the band. i said, "yesssssss" because i love those sweet men and they are everyone of them uber talented and wonderful and i have always admired each of them and now i get to write and play songs with them. i'm a lucky girl. i'm a liar and a saint! .sincerely

February 25, 2011

i am obsessed with this Reckoner Dress by Secret Squirrel.
the I'm Not Like Them collection = the loveliest chill.
it makes me want to picnic in a field of paper flowers..
on a cold day.. my winter white legs goosebumping..


February 23, 2011

loss reshapes us
it cuts a new path through the high grass.
i am running down it.
crushing under my feet
accidental wine making
thorns catching on my sleeves
ghosts reminding me
that i am still so fleshy
a human of holes
and thinning bones.

but still
some high and holy mystery
fuels me.

February 20, 2011

February 12, 2011

The damage
i stayed loyal to a liar.
he left an ugly stain
like spreading ink
and black water.
all the pretty
and fancy lilies.

a phantom limb,
the ache comes out of nowhere.
and i run away
my heart a sick liver.
a stunned
and bleeding baby
a swollen lip
a fever.

my old flame
and my palms on the burner.
that long and lost year
in his corner.

February 6, 2011

The promise
i have learned so many lessons.
they have come at me
like knives-
me the spinning wheel-a-girl.
with the closed eyes.
determined to be experienced
i held a shimmy grip as i climbed
the authority of the wind
pulling at me like a riptide
leaving pieces of my insides
that i wore on the outside
on the mountainside.
i made a bed of rocks
and ran back towards the shortcut
only to find a desert
dried and moonless.

one set of footprints
one year of thirst.

i have been thrown.
and drowned.
dragged lifeless to the shore
and forced back down
only to jump in
the shark rigged water
the dark ring.
i crawl home again
bruised and bleeding


but he is a gentle lesson.
a sweet reminder
that life is a kiss on the steps.
life is a constant beginning
it is unexpected innocence
it is.
that you can expect
you never would have believed it
if promised.
which it is.
i promise you. you are innocent.