July 2011
7 posts
A young man named Ryan
June 2011
73 posts
you look french. Love love love love the new do.
bravissimaaaaaa
it seems fresh and sexy and somehow some weight has been lifted from the past. I love
Abigail
Whales, penguins are deeply emotional; oak trees, wild grass are sentient; rock crystalizes; the ocean is alive, the garden is; the air is clean close to the source, where solitude is anything but dead and lonely, where one deepens the connection with all the living and the dead, where the sounds carry the time and darken the night, where the answers lay inside petals under a lavender sky, where...
he was a like a peacock and came in the night preening his wild colors
taking me beneath a quilt , flesh like sand, it all scattered loose on cotton
the thick hand of time washed me clean by morning
I remembered my mother the way she cooked with wine running fleet between sink and stove, tipsy and laughing
now my father melancholy and drunk by a tv stirring blue images
the feathers of a man...
ah so that’s where you are with the whales….why of course. they need you and your healing powers, breathe them back to vitality. I love them, their swift splendor through the seas.
x
I arrived at the Marine Mammal Conservancy in Key Largo for the 4am shift. They gave me a long wetsuit and marked my hand with purple, listing off bacterial diseases that they are not responsible for. I haven’t put on a wetsuit in a long, long time. I lived in them as well as bikinis for about ten years of my life. We were lead down to a quiet little area where the whales are kept and went...
