Saturday, August 16, 2008

That's what a 6'7" wingspan will get you!

Michael Phelps is made of awesome!!!

I just had to say it.

Friday, August 08, 2008


Here are a few little ditties that have floated up through the dark, sticky morass that is my brain right now...

The wind brushes the shingles of civilization and the water grows louder. And she takes a breath as if a life once foregone flickers back into flame. A first and last breath as old life dies and new life takes hold.

A decisive moment as she brushes the fingers of old love tracing scars left before her time made soft around the edges by wisdom and imagination.

There is great beauty beneath this madness she whispers to the breeze tracing the bars surrounding her soul.

And there is pain as her face blanches with the realization that her knight in shining armor is not only not coming, but never existed.

Ripping herself out of reverie she gazed upon the pale dawn and sees in it no more new futures. Only the burning clarity of another day demanding to be walked through.

I keep seeing these incorporated somehow into pieces of art. But I am so not an artist, so I'm not sure how to make that happen. But it sounds cool doesn't it?