Tuesday, November 11, 2008

and so it begins agan...

what better way to spend the next six months than bleeding out every orifice in the frozen mush of southern Michigan

3 comments:

B I D W E L L said...

Nice Post Card- See you there!

Steve Fuller said...

See you at the start line!!

Kris said...

Something about yearning…



We hear the breathing of our walls

Paint them

To smother memory

Reincarnated, resuscitated

They become nature--

grass across the countertop

where she filled and cleaned her plate.

They become new--

fresh whitewash around the fireplace

before which he danced unabashedly.



When we walk beyond the walls,
she is not her

he is not him.



With words, we paint anew

Places, politics, and people

Hope and despair.

What we desire and what we fear.

Anything

But where we’ve been.