suspendida en el umbral de un abismo inmenso

no hay fuerzas que me dejen caer

ni poder que me rescate

sola

perdida

sin rumbo…

las riendas de mi vida me evaden

se me escapan como agua entre los dedos

con deseos pero sin alegria

mi llama se extingue

tanto dado

tan poco recibido

la calidad de los esfuerzos

tan mediocre como los resultados…

3/17/2004

suspendida en el umbral de un abismo inmenso

no hay fuerzas que me dejen caer

ni poder que me rescate

sola

perdida

sin rumbo…

las riendas de mi vida me evaden

se me escapan como agua entre los dedos

con deseos pero sin alegria

mi llama se extingue

tanto dado

tan poco recibido

la calidad de los esfuerzos

tan mediocre como los resultados…

3/17/04

As the everyday reminders of your presence in this world start to -almost- systematically disappear, you find ways to remain present.

You are not forgotten, and your ways are not unnoticed. 

i am art
gritty and soluble art

like store-bought fiber
tastes better with OJ

oh! but OJ cuts up
cuts to the bone

splash! splash!
who is there?

your nightmare
your blessing

for i guide souls
i guide you

i will guide you

i am art 

there is no secret
there is a vain desire
to be your secret

all secrets are revealed
all secrets receive light

either now
or later

secrets are as secretive
as the vessel that holds them

and there is no vessel
strong enough
to hold my secret

i am all about art
am i now?

my jail
sweet incarceration

chains and carnations
all braided together

all new 
all relevant

all ghostly
all ghastly

chains and flowers
drought and rain

for nothing lasts forever
and forever is ever present

to doodle
or not to doodle

a blast from the past

so many memories!
images that last

ever so permanent
always ephemeral

here now
long gone tomorrow

smiles all day
yesterday’s sorrow

i believe now
i live forever

i remain here
for now…

raw, vulnerable, stripped, naked

me before you

you before me

dry, hungry, thirsty, insatiable

you before me

me before you

sweet and warm

salty comfort

sunshine and smiles

what is now

and tomorrow’s promises 

the back of your neck

a playground for my nose

It’s short, and it’s tall.
It’s everything, yet nothing.
It is air and fire.
Wood and stone.

Solid and soft.
Winter and Spring.
All and Nothing, and Everything in between…

It’s amazing and senseless.
It’s powerful and painful.
It is generous and envious.
It is. It is.

It’s sweet and bitter.
It’s fabulous and forgetful.
It is magical and mundane.
It is. It is.