Precious it is
Leonard Cohen, again,
"Everything has a crack,
That is how the light gets in. . ."
Take a knee, just this moment.
This is all.
Just breath or do origami
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| Love someone, too! |
This is the real story of some birds: A jar, a very large jar sits upon the French bakers rack in my kitchen. I fold origami cranes. A lot of origami cranes, it seems they have taken it upon themselves to transform. I noticed there are little tiny hearts on the bottom of the wings. I also noticed they have turned themselves inside-out. A very short story.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Pure Fiction
This is what it is.
It is all pure fiction.
Me? Write? Really?
I play with words.
I play always and all ways. Words are important for me to survive. This is why
when my honey points
to the dashboard light
which sometimes says, "Airbag On," I laugh.
Life and living is nothing but fodder.
Doodee Doodee Doodee Do
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