Monday, March 22, 2010

sketchbook: slipping into skin

We step into ourselves, 
slipping skin above the thigh, 
wrapping the fibers of our muscles 
into the sleeve of our arms; 
we clasp the bellybutton 
and adjust our breast into a comfortable form. 

Saturday, March 20, 2010

sketchbook: spring equinox

Huddling under hoody. I wade gingerly in the cold chill to the day. Hehe. Spring, she casts a white glow illuminating everything. The shadows hide behind broomstick propped in the corner.  Balance swaggers between conversations loitering on porch steps.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Small Town Home Town

I drove through the dark of night once to return there. Car barreling into the dusty parking lot, I came for the soul reason to see women like me in the dance hall of the American Legion.  I grew up under those sh!ngles, wrapped my thighs around the impo+en+ barrel of the stripped out tank perched by the road. I hugged the adrenaline pumping memory, watching women grind hips together right where my brother and I once twirled hand in hand to my Dad’s band playing on a Friday night. In summers it was corn on the cob caught in the corner of cheeks and Sundays were reserved for brunch with Grandma after church.  And for one night, it was ordering a drink and slipping my hands around the hips of don't ask don't tell women dancing under the American Flag of the American Legion.


  

Saturday, March 13, 2010

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A roommate of mine had this list on her wall and I have found myself using it as my guide in this life. Notice it does not say don't do, but what one should do...I like.

The Ten Commandments:
1.Treat the Earth and all that dwell therein with respect
2. Remain close to the Great Spirit
3. Show great respect for your fellow beings
4. Work together for the benefit of all kind
5. Give assistance and kindness wherever needed
6. Do what you know to be right
7. Look after the well-being of Mind and Body
8. Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater Good
9. Be truthful and honest at all times
10. Take full responsibility for your actions

Saturday, March 6, 2010

sketchbook: awakening

Eyes closed, sunlight’s breath lingers across the eye lashes and warms these listening ears receiving the moving landscape's reception.  A stuttering start etched caverns in the icy canvas, not breaking, transforming ice into vibrations awakening the air with molecules singing. A hum drips in the ear of water flowing. Mother Nature never carries unnecessary baggage.  

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Enjoying a fortified hello from my gyrlfriend. :)