Wednesday, March 4, 2009

March 3

I cut my thumb last Wednesday
A papercut, no more
Blood beaded on my fingertip
Then fell onto the floor
A bubble bright it lay there
Life giving force no more
It lay somewhere between
Eternity and the door
The world felt little impact
Life did not cease to sing
But in my little corner
It changed the whole damn thing
-Written by me, in December 2007
March 2
Bubbles light, bubbles bright, bubbles swirling out of sight

March 1
Anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
-E.E. Cummings

February 28
Strange ghosts haunt frosty windowpanes

February 27
Watching myself

February 26
Three little swirlyques, all in a row

February 25
Life led sideways