Monday, June 10, 2013



 ..." If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a [woman], my [daughter]!"

Thursday, April 4, 2013


Stars align
Moon song
Rain patter
What is this
Heart song
Heart throb
New leaves

Water flow
Coursing, tumbling, gushing


Surging through my center?

The titans' clash of Hope's defeat over Despair.

Friday, February 15, 2013

The usuallies

Watching the blue sky, today I caught myself singing out loud today and smiled. And 
it’s ok. It’s ok. Usually … my usually… is changing. 
Usually… isn’t my normal. 
Because you’re usual isn’t mine, yet I morph and 
watch you while I float through the air on the ski lift 
and look out and people watch and learn 
and slowly but surely make up my mind. 
So usually I might… but now I frequently… 
and although they regularly…, I habitually … 
and somehow he generally… now I often…  
and we commonly… 
and the usuallies ordinarily go on, for now, together.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Moving on

Resentment is like drinking the poison and hoping the other person dies.