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As the Sun Rises

The bedclothes — a map of my restlessness.

08:54 on August 3, 2011 image
Are you waiting for me there?

Even after all this time, I still find myself ambushed by your absence.

15:42 on March 18, 2010 image
My kingdom for a ship

Let's sail to the edge of the world, where the stars greet the sea!

19:58 on December 10, 2009 image
At the Shore

Their eyes were wet with knowing, and all about them the trees wept a shower of silver stars.

14:27 on August 26, 2009 image
Sound of Summer

It's a cool summer evening, filled with the songs of newly emerged cicadas.

a cicada shell:
it sang itself
utterly away

- Matsuo Basho

20:28 on July 14, 2009 image

I have been unemployed for 2439 days. During that time, I've applied to over 4000 jobs, had 3 job interviews, and 0 job offers. I'm giving myself 119 days to change this.

18:33 on July 5, 2009 image
I will become stone

我 想 没 耳 没 心, 变 石头

- River Tam

01:15 on June 3, 2009 image

New guitar strings too stiff under my fingertips, the warmth of the wood against my bare arm, the air thick with the scent of beeswax candles, snow whooshing against the windows, your voice, smiling.

I've lost so many things since then, foolishly abandoned others, silly dreams, all silly dreams.

03:10 on April 1, 2009 image

I am forbidden nothing, yet there is nothing I can have.

20:19 on March 22, 2009 image
The Naming of the Trees

I awake, and find myself walking barefoot through a birch wood forest, the ground a cool, viridian blanket of moss. The moon is so bright, so clear, I yearn to embrace it's shining face. The trees bend low and lift me high above their starry crowns, where fireflies ebb and flow like waves on the sea. I reach for the clouds, the moon, the stars. I close my eyes and whisper all my secrets to the trees.

15:42 on March 17, 2009 image
Haiku, revisited

The deep night softens,
Shadowy beauty stirs,
The moon burns with light.

Grey, misty rain falls,
Lush, verdant landscapes emerge,
Sleeping flowers stir.

Little leaves reaching
toward the sun, confident
in their sweet greenness.

19:07 on March 3, 2009 image

After the funeral, we washed dishes. As I dried the red plastic bowl, etched with lines from use and age, I was 8 years old again. Summer vacation, picking vegetables from gramma's garden. Glorious days filled with happiness and kindness and wisdom only a gramma can share.

05:22 on December 9, 2003 image

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I could see the stars.