Leave your puzzles to the competent

Take it to heart.
Deserving of gold if you can accept other's needs
Share the loot
It was never yours, go back home
You never meant to be here on this hunt
If you believe it's to please
Out of selfishness or driven conceit
Ignore your find, leave it to be
Hope for driven, deserving feet

Controversion

I want to be it all. Rugged and penniless, pristine and secure. I need to see it all and crawl in a cave. I hold the earth dear and close, I get lost in depths never known to man. I settle restlessly. I abuse and nurture. I welcome, I repel. I forget what I've learned. I suppose it's talent, being so pliable. Then I thought I was talentless.

To do

I feel that a lot can be done about it. I hate drastic. I hate that I love drastic. I admire those so versatile. I fuck up every night. I so easily can fuck up anything not even willing. I can snap your neck with a fraction of a thought. I try not to...

All Standing

I could visit each country in the world for the first time and each adventure could never compare to the thrill I’m overcome with when my fingers sail over your body. Every changing dimension of your torso and your limbs, all waves I hungrily pass, ready and braced for the next one. I feel like I’m sailing.
“It only works with your eyes closed.” I really feel as if I’m there. There’s no sea more exhilarating in the world.
I won’t forget your sharing of experience with the swifts in the chimney. All whirling up inside there, mating and all. You held your breath just to listen. Alert and unaware that your body was unconsciously as focused as your head. You remember the release and the harmony of their whirs and your awing breath.
A little bit of each of us had evaporated in the time concentrated on our actions. We were recycling or insides and our spirits.

Rise

I am amazed. I can never find myself able to dislike anybody's flaws, only to love them more than their perfections. I really can't ever see the difference. I admire every bit of your self. I might not even be comprehending it all, and for our sakes I hope I never discover more. I am a hazard to myself and you and you and I love living this way. In a way this may be the best form of enlightenment.

Hot buttered soy milk

I could use a little reminder. I miss a lot of things… Only the moments unphotographed, that I swore to myself I’d remember so I can recall at a later time, but I think I’ve lost commitment to myself. And my promises to myself. I keep giving them up thinking I have more priorities. Not much is more important than treating myself well, I’ve realized. I’ve doubted for so long the love toward me from so many around me. I have wonderful families in my life. One of which has had it’s own random issues, perhaps distractions, but I completely understand that and relate. It’s no excuse to treat a person the ways one might, but also that, the sudden outbreaks of disrespect, I can identify to. It’s a shame humans are capable of such flawed and vicious labors of interaction. Yet inevitable, these words sometimes are the most meaningful and expressive. It’s a shame we give in. It’s a damn shame we are imperfect. That’s what’s interesting, it keeps things cycling. It makes some situations memorable, in a terrible way but also educational. If we weren’t exposed to this knowledge of other beings’ problems, we would be unaware of our own… and wonder forever how to resolve what we can’t describe. It’s a curse, and it’s a gift.

I need a vowel

Cut pieces off a magnetic sheet to match the size of scrabble tiles. Discovered my love of rubber cement during this project.

Had this idea in mind for a long time and was extremely happy with how it turned out when I finally got around to it. Potential Christmas gifts?

Pretty lady

Our baby Lorelai

Making good use of the kitchen

 Cranberry orange scones, as well as blackberry ones which only came out right in the first batch.

test subjects

My limbs know better than I thought they were capable of...

A silent observation of the means of altered interaction

with a third wheel in every conversing pair

Sickening for the lot, consequences "worth it"

not knowing when your body is falling,

is failing,

is warning and threatening,

and two words never paired are "too" and "much"

All swim in the shadows and fog of the dim lit room

the gassy air of everyone's pardons

putting risk at anyone's switch of a lighter,

just to feel that little bit lighter, to light your own dark

I am a hanglider

afraid of a spider

Inching me closer to

a jump to unknown adventure

Thrills and initial fear

signal flashes of excitement,

soon floods of adrenaline

awareness that experience

is just over the edge worth crawling toward

The spider, the insignificant

little false reason

an excuse pressed so hard

Bursts into funny little mixed up colors

of combination you'd least expect

The helpless detached legs

make no progress to threaten,

And I dive to discover

what natural muse will offer

Settlers

Not the first, but final. Some construction work in the near future. Updates to come.

New projects

Soon to begin in new surroundings. Rid all material to be replaced. Can't wait for fresh coffee and early morning air on the fire escape.

Trail clearing

All photos taken myself unless otherwise stated on future posts.

Fuck

We're buying an ugly car.