consider this like a big stack of all my words and haiku that i've left strewn about--- scribbled all over paper napkins, my moleskine notebooks, post-its, twitter, texts, emails, my head, my desk, cafes, papers at the bottom of my purse, my walks-- things tripped over picked up, dropped-- and picked up and held on to along the way--- x c
railroad tracks old and broken and trains sometimes crash and do we go back----
making something of nothing— scribbling words spilling coffee cleaning up my messes scribbling coffee spilling poetry on napkins—
from behind big dark sunglasses and chronic migraines, good coffee gone cold and the hours, the hours where do they— i write. leaving traces of haiku on scraps of paper everywhere i go and working with promising writers— captivating them with their own words.
i read read read (despite the fact i'm a slow reader) and i'd say a good 75% of those books are picture books (ya, kids' books, whatever) and if i catch you standing there i'll start reading one to you, i believe every adult needs a good dose of children's lit every day. a picture book can turn around your entire perspective, make you laugh, and the pictures are just too good!
...in fact, i dabbled in the trade myself way back when (a year or so after this photo of me was taken, i do believe).
and since my 1st grade debut stories ‘how to make a peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich’ and ‘i hate saturday morning cartoons’ i’ve had words at my fingertips and now, they're at yours—
a poetic soul a blessing-- or recipe for disaster-- i'm gonna go with both
:: fallen. broken. pieces. catching the light with splendor, subtly, anticipation and defeat. no longer fragile, still shattered, putting pieces together, a moment in the darkness to breath, a whim, the knowing whisper that somehow in time through this gorgeous mess once more your eyes, and mine, our thoughts, will shine :: fallen, shattered, pieces scattered and lost, yet that glimmer in the corner-- that note in your subtext-- and the glow of passion inside remains lost and found and in the dark at times it lends possibility to the shadows and fire to your eyes. and melting laughter ::