Push harder
stronger
slower
alone
and with them
those
that are pushing slower too
Don't give up
don't give in
Push
through
feel it
feel all of it
but don't do all of it
Do what inspires you
Pretend
other people
never existed
and ice cold
was never cool
Who were you in the womb?
let that newborn
guide you
pUsH
when you don't know
stop
stop for as long
as you aren't sure
and then when you are
a little sure
StArT
again
and PuSh
age
time
space
are meaningless
time is eternal
Push
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Mr Clark
The black man who was born
60, 70, or 80 years ago
in the row house
next to my apartment
who still lives in the house
and does so alone.
was walking around
with his walking stick
and fancy new white tennis shoes
A man with an Indian accent was talking to me
about my dresser drawer that I
put out for someone to take
Mr Clark: You got another dresser?
Me: Yes, its blue.
Mr Clark: From where?
Me: IKEA. its pine, it smells great
Mr Clark: Just wait till it rusts.
Me: Rots?
Mr Clark: Rusts. You put stuff on it and it will smell and rust.
Me Thats what my dad said. But it sure is nice.
Mr Clark pulls out a cigarette. Do you have other blue furniture?
Me No.
Mr Clark What?
And walks away
60, 70, or 80 years ago
in the row house
next to my apartment
who still lives in the house
and does so alone.
was walking around
with his walking stick
and fancy new white tennis shoes
A man with an Indian accent was talking to me
about my dresser drawer that I
put out for someone to take
Mr Clark: You got another dresser?
Me: Yes, its blue.
Mr Clark: From where?
Me: IKEA. its pine, it smells great
Mr Clark: Just wait till it rusts.
Me: Rots?
Mr Clark: Rusts. You put stuff on it and it will smell and rust.
Me Thats what my dad said. But it sure is nice.
Mr Clark pulls out a cigarette. Do you have other blue furniture?
Me No.
Mr Clark What?
And walks away
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Happy Birthday Schwes by mary
Some people live a life time
Looking for love
In the street
Searching for tenderness
in their marriage
Some people travel the world
Looking for companions
People to laugh with
And to ogle at the passerbys
Or to jump in the sea
And giggle in its foam
Some people
Never know how to hold hands
For love
Or hug for life
Some body has never wiped
The hair from a sweaty scared brow
or known
How to be gentle with a growing heart
or careful with a hurting body
Some people search and search
For the truth in others
never having known it
Some people
Haven’t written an honest letter
About their insides
Holding it all in
They haven’t heard a voice on the phone
And known
The kind of day
That voice has had just by its sound
Some people
Haven’t slept in twin beds
Double beds
And on couches
With another
Some people
Haven’t watched another grow
Some people
Haven’t helped another
Stretch further
Some people haven't kept
a bond going
for thousands of miles
over years and years
Some people haven't heard
the wailing of pain
in a heart hurt by disappointment
Some people haven't heard
that wail turn into a laugh
a moment later
Some people haven't held a newborn
and watched 29 years later
when she held her own
Others have judged others away
Those people never had a sister
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Flor
For those of us actually still working in August
reaching our burn out levels
here is my gift to you
and gift to me
from the cacti god
the most perfect flor
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Women & Music
Great info from women about being in music
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=128528494
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=128528494
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