heavy-
heavy hangs the air
heavy i choke on my breaths
heavy feel my limbs
disconnected from my rest
the heavy has come forth
and i havent the strength to push him away

Crackers- I like crackers
The way they crunch and crumble
And the way I munch and have to mumble
When I have a mouth full of crackers
Crackers are happy to have company
On the way down
Cheese and peanut butter or pepperoni
They don’t look at me funny when I plop a pickle on top
Ever happy to oblige my off set palate

I see your bones said the girl to the skeleton

-and I see your skin-

disappointment is a great beast
with wide jaws and slippery gums
it never hurts as he sucks you in
perhaps a bit disconcerting…but no pain
then as you sink towards his belly
panic takes hold and you pull and grasp
at his slippery innards…
but by then you know it’s too late
disappointment has begun to digest your life.

I am a storyteller – she said
pulling her hands from under the heavy folded blanket
-there were others you know dancers, singers, charmers
the ones who lived lightly-
her rocking chair stopped its rhythmic crack on the wooden floor
the silence this left made us uneasy
-where the others have faded away I have remained I am, what I always was
the herder of words and memories-
the jagged weak voice that had always accompanied the old woman was falling
-each of you sitting there mouths agape hold secrets and think you are the first to birth such things
but no … these things are ancient-
the old woman had been sitting straight up with wrinkled hands tensing the air
it was the ancient that brought her back into herself
-things are ancient… time wares on but I still remember and I know who I am …storyteller…-
her eyes closed and the rocking resumed we tucked her hands back under the heavy folds of the blanket

String and glue, I am so easily amused.

My pictures of the ice in Pillar Point New York