driving: 9/23

the sky was the underside of a dead man's belly today -
ashen folds and tucks to wade through...
and the day leaked from his pores.

waiting for the day to come

a tired she said to me this morning that temperatures are dropping
a stranger she spoke across gas nozzles and said prices are rising
a compassionate she spoke through jungles of GEDs that we are really working

autumn started today.
pray for autumn (the season, not some girl i know) however, if you do know a girl named autumn pray for her, too.

this is a season of new blogs and old friends with new hats.

thank you and amen

that means no where i come from

it's white outside, not like snow-white.
just more cloud-white. and it's ironic,
white sometimes means hope -
but sometimes means surrender...
and today, it's breaking my spirit.


also, happy birthday to my blog. one year ago last friday, i started this puppy

long time.. jerk

i have disregarded this blog for much too long.
forgive me.

my life has been dragging along - endlessly, but ever so happy-lessly. things just seem to falter, fade or break away after college. (or at least in the beginning)...
i never see my friends
certain people who are close to my heart, break it
but my kitten loves me.
she loves to sit by me and purr so loudly i have to grit my teeth (in the best way possible).

i promise to update this blog like my xanga.

until then, here's a tiny poem:

driving: 9.11

the fog rests heavy on corn leaves
like secrets.
i labor to breathe.
the way home is long.