Monday, May 20, 2013

"So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
 instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers." 

- Jorge Borges 

( Wow that is so profoundly hard to do...)

Monday, May 13, 2013


I'm home alone and it's dark

But not dark enough
Being alone lends itself to sleeping
Except when things are not dark enough

But being alone means my baby is miles and miles and a year away
They won't know to buy him stacks of red apples
or to play him Little Ghost

I lay in the quiet dark room
 in the soft big empty bed
and wait for sleep and darkness