Sunday, July 31, 2011




even the strength
of rocks
can be broken
into little
pebbles
if we're not
careful to try
and
keep
balanced

Monday, July 25, 2011



it wasn't until
she
stepped off the plane
that she
truly began
to
fly

Saturday, July 16, 2011



it was hard to discern
between
the fireflies
that lit the warm summer's night
and
the twinkling in her
happy,
shining
eyes.

Monday, July 11, 2011



i'm stuck.
but not the kind of stuck
that's
between a rock
and a
hard
place.
but
the kind of stuck
when you discover
that you have gum on your shoe and you don't want to take another step
until you get it off so you don't stick it to anything else.
the kind of stuck
when you're finally all comfortable and peaceful
in bed
and then you discover you have to go to the bathroom.

the inertia kind of stuck.
the barnacle on a boat.
the clog in the drain.
the bogged down,
wheat pasted,
cemented
kind of stuck.

i'm in the midst of being stuck.....
which,
if you think about it...
is really action in and of itself...
the action of being stuck.
so....
maybe i'm really not stuck at all...
right?
or maybe not....

Sunday, July 3, 2011



you intensify
the light of the sun
when you smile at someone,
when you laugh,
when you
love.