Sunday, June 29, 2008

jumbled riddles

Iron pills, Sunday blues, looking for love, so many people everywhere, microphone, desperately trying to create a cosmos out of my chaos, I want you to take care of me, pesto on bread, a friend's comfort, other people's dreams, African men in a dodgy car, grow up already, a kind word says more than a thousand pictures, no strength to write anything but lists.

Goodbye, weekend in June. If there is a saint named after me, let's celebrate her today.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

a thousand times a million doors


The first sweetness of summer and my next-door granny fed me coffee so I'm on an overdose of caffeine and my heart is beating fast and there are paper-cuts on my hands from wrapping gifts in the shop and a stain of golden green on my index finger and I met a group of Methodists who didn't know I once caused their bishop great disappointment and I found a bootleg CD among my private collection and I hope nobody comes to put me in prison because I said that and I also found a picture of myself where I actually laugh and there are three such pictures in existence and I just want to be loved and Sting is singing "a thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves like galaxies in my head" and I KNOW -

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

lilacs and the good season

Not much writing being done at the moment. Tiredness is wearing me out. Too many people, too many emotions, too little love. My life is no longer only about survival, which gives me too much time to brood on more metaphysical matters.

Yesterday, I fell asleep crying and woke up laughing. There is hope for me yet.

The lilac is in bloom and the sweet fragrance is reminding me that the loveliest season is here. That life can be good and I should sit up and notice.