Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Firefly.


BALL JARS 

Supposedly work best for fireflies

Deluxe accommodations.


TWINKLES hovering in dark moistened air.

Very miracle-like...

This seductive - gulps-of-awe brigade.

I want you.

I WANT TO CATCH LIGHT INSIDE A JAR.

A BALL JAR.

On purpose.

come. COME HERE!!
here little firefly...come on...wander yonder little one.

GOTCHA!


Now I am VERY powerful because I OWN A FIREFLY!

~ Except I live in California

where there are actually no-fireflies-at-all.

Only frivolous imaginings caught inside 

a.

BALL JAR. 

Picking a Fight with a GLITCH



Timing.

and what if's?
maybe?

oh nevermind

I don't care
and
whatever...

but perhaps?
but damn.

or

F@#K

like a stubbed toe.

Aggravating


like a sleepless night

S__T!

Like the missed train.

oh boo-hoo, but I'm a tough ass.

it didn't hurt, but it really did.


sigh.

okay

one more time...

sigh.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

10.

10

years.
since - she cracked open the window

of
in-between worlds
pushed her way through
invited herself in

10

years.
before - I panted and prayed

I called, she summoned
she
churned
I
surrendered

10

Years.
ago - we died

a
little
said goodbye
a lot

to what comes before, being born
to what comes before, being a mother

10

Years.
far - from this very day.

We passed each other in twilight halls
as we
both
left
behind
so
we both

could
come
to
be

a
little more

10

H A P P Y * B I R T H D A Y

Friday, August 14, 2009

Mornings are NOT Broken

Between trips from the bedroom to the kitchen for tea and trips from the bedroom to the bathroom because I drank tea…

Sometimes I find myself jumping on the bed.


Mornings are getting bOuNcY.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

THE NEW BLACK

Late Nights are no longer.
But
weeeee MORNINGS really ARE.




Ode to weeee ~~~early mornings

Ahem.

Good Morning wee early mornings.


It’s ME!  


I know – It’s been sometime.


I’m glad to be reacquainted, I'm confident we’ll get on.

Already you feel like a chum
Do you mind if I call you that for short? Chum?

OOPS – This is supposed to be an ODE!



eek!



Okay...hang on.


(clears throat) aheM…

ODE TO WEE EARLY MORNINGS

Dearest morning ~ you are the wind beneath my….

Oh never mind.

You’re so right – I’m jumpin’ the gun.
We haven’t even bathed together yet,



Or walked,
Or caressed.


Well shucks, we’ve hardly even spoken.


Or not spoken
Or laughed


Okay, well we HAVE chuckled…

And we’ve definitely smiled,


But no, we haven’t laughed - not reAllY loud.


BUT WE HAVE BEFORE – remember?
And we will again – I’M SURE!


But you’ll probably tell me I’m TOO LOUD,
And then I’ll get embarrassed because I didn’t even realize.
And then I’ll try and be really good and do things that wee early morning people do.


And then you’ll say...

"I like you just the way you are"


And gently remind me that the only reason you said, “be more quiet” is because



THE NIGHT PEOPLE ARE JUST NOW FALLING ASLEEP.


Then I’ll say,


“Oh yeah, I can totally relate.”


I’m glad I’m not a night person anymore


But I might be jumpn’ the gun a tad – - -



Monday, August 10, 2009

Friday, August 7, 2009

Under Influence of the DRINK



I walked away for a while ~ you may have noticed.


I went away from the dailies and took to the forest with a bottle of juice.


Drunk Love Heart JUICE


I drank every day.

I drank every morning

I drank in the night when the child was in bed.


I drank for the sake of drinking,

for the sake of looking, for the sake of being.


I drank so much I began to becoming.


Becoming the dirt and moss

Becoming the rain and trees

Becoming the thunder and light


Inebriated I forgot my name

Intoxicated I forgot my place

Influenced I forgot my inhibitions


Inhibitions always run from Love Heart JUICE


JUICE


I’m home now and with a FULL BELLY


Full Belly’s are so BECOMING


Come over



rub


all this





We are all this

Whispered the dragonfly to the daisy to the frog

We are all this

Whispered the frog back to the daisy back to me

I confirmed it with the sky, who shared it with the clouds

The clouds said they would go and tell the sea

We are all this

Whispered waves to the curiosity of the bee

We are all this

yes. we. are.

akka b.

Intimacies

Photo Credit: Asha Tyska Mclaughlin

I will share one secret and then I will go to sleep.


The secret is that I like to go to sleep.


I can converse in fluency


with


The Intimacies



The

Intimacies



The Fluencies


and


the

deep