Wednesday, March 31, 2010


So my life is not easy - take yesterday - it was a struggle. I put on my green nylon boycut style underwear - which I have worn a gazillion times before and the unthinkable happened.

My boy cut style underwear tried desperately and succeeded in becoming thong underwear. Yep, scrunched right up all together in the back and became thongnised. It was a constant struggle finding a secret or somewhat quiet place to unthong them. No amount of wiggling helped.

So what would cause a decent and very comfortable pair of boy cut style underwear to change direction and go that route?

Life is tough - you take what you get and try to work with it.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Seven Moons

One day the light turns on - bright - very bright - so bright you need to cover your eyes. Contemplating the brightness the mind roars like a jet taking off at Laguardia airport. Darkness still flashes holding your day sight at bay.

Life - or what you thought about your life stalks across the screen. 1 plus 1 no longer become 2. An algebraic equation takes its places rightly where the addition should have been but is no more.

Complications muddy the waters that once were tamed and flowed south. Now the unclear waters swirl and spout little tips of bubbly water. A blowhole appears and and changes the serenity of the landscape.

Alice stumbles toward the tea party and the white rabbit runs and hides.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Eye of god

It begins late as the sun dips slowly into the gulf. The incessant quiet fills the air with wasted space. Long ago and far off in the distance thunder crackles against the steady beat of rain on the still pool water. A sound that softens the soul and inspires the imagination.

The search begins and slips slowly across the horizon of living. Consequences are considered and filed somewhere in that space of forbidden thoughts. The mind spiraling like a spring - sprung - bent with tears holding no trial over the condemned.

Time - delayed - dissected - diluted with despair and delight - moving forward faster than lightening along the coast. Swells from the storm lap with intensity while the spirit renews and regenerates.
Seeking out the Seven Moons while the earth watches in fascination and laughs at the innocence.

seeking 7 moons

You think you have it all together, you think you know where you are going, you think your plan is in place. Then, the sky opens up and the torrential downfall splats by your feet. You question your privatized inner beliefs. You raise your eyes to the empty vastness of the universe and see endless space.

Once you were cushioned and hugged by this vastness but now you are adrift. Floating with the tiny particles of earth on a relentless journey to find whatever it is you think you have lost. Something with substance, something with a purpose, something indescribable, but still something you felt. A map of life living and power swept from your very essence.

You reach out to grasp the thing and hold a bubble of air that slowly slips through the crevices. The smell of raw defeat encapsulates your senses. Passion flies softy away in the early morning breeze as the quiet settles like a West Coast fog against the grain of your being. The burning of rice knocks you back into reality where split peas are still green and once again you have wandered aimlessly down that path searching for the reasons.

Answers escape without acknowledgement or justification to any realization of facts. Seeking out the seven moons will become a necessary oddity to quantify your life and purpose.