thinking thursday (on friday).

mind :: my brain and yours Colours in cultures. As languages die, we lose diversity of thought. (Thanks to Jill Chesley) If you want others to follow, learn to be alone with your thoughts. (Thanks to Marilyn Maciel) body :: my place and yours Change is the result of...

poetry 29 : certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs

She Didn't Mean to Do It Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad.She didn't mean to do it. Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces,but no more. Certain thrills knock you flaton your sheets on your...

poetry 28 : we’d laugh too if we knew how

Fuel Even at this late date, sometimes I have to look upthe word "receive." I received his deepand interested gaze.A bean plant flourishes under the rain of sweet words.Tell what you thinkā€”I'm listening.The story ruffled its twenty leaves.*Once my...

poetry 27 : the space we breathe is also called distance.

The Apparent When I say transparency, I don't mean seeing through. I mean the way a symbol is made when an X is drawn over O.As the world moves when it is named. In the sense of truth by consciousness, which we translate as opposites.The space we breathe is also...