rain, sleet and the attempt at a love poem. (VIDEO)

  this is a love poem for you to let you know someone loves you without regrets, without expectations, without pride. it’s only simple and genuine love. who knows where this love came from? or when this love happened? or how love began? love can’t answer these questions. in light or darkness, in public or secret. in a lonely house, in a crowded space, there is love for you. it’s enough that you are loved. and, when you find that this love poem is treu and only for you, you’ll…

the tactile words in the elevator (video) 11

(blank*) tears** you apart*** because it’s real even when, sadly, it’s too short   pulls** lifts** high*** love* life* elevators*   raspy parched smooth polished translucent oaky     tears and pulls in the elevator.   a  raspy voice says, going up.   next time, we take the stairs.   (shoes and faces. and scents and smiles. because dozens of words are visible from one floor to the next. in the elevator. in my head. )  

the depths of a wild heart with wishes- por si las moscas (video)

sometimes you just have to escape and detach and separate yourself for a little while… and go free and wild and show them how very real you are and show them there’s a little more depth to you… more than they can see and feel… and have them open their eyes wide. have them wonder what you’ve done. and let them ask themselves, “how’d she do that?!” let them think you’re magical. and scandalous. let them think you have powers beyond this dimension. and maybe ruffle some feathers… …or just ruffle your own. but…sometimes you…

…pero no trabajando

Sometimes when i’m hiking during ‘work’ hours, I sing these little songs in my head, from C’est si Bon, to Little Apple Blossom, to Me and My Gin and get all mixed up with Gin & Juice (i mostly sing the clean parts of snoopDogg’s in my head),…And i get back to Bessie with some Careless love (mostly when i trip on a rock or when I see a cyclist without a helmet) … then i get into.. Running Bear when i’m at the river, to smashing young man and i get into 1979…to gypsy in…

far out and totally bitchin… california (desert) dreaming!

driving on Box Cyn Road. and leaving mecca , painted canyons (map)… on our way out of joshua tree…     CAHiking uploaded this video you can see so much! inspiring… wish everyone i know can experience how damn cool this is. :) take a lookie DesertNut uploaded this Ladder Canyon Loop Hike – Mecca Hills, CA, ugg!! love it. and how awesome is this!!? Makes me want to do this everyday!!! who’s with me???!!!

perspective (video)

the confessional. the door is  open. but i will charge you. i accept payment in valuable information, only. and i keep it in a jar. i won’t use it against you (or me!). but , you should know, i never forget. yes, i have a difficult time remembering trivial information. games, rules, song titles… but mostly i remember words i heard , i read, i like , i dislike, expressions on faces and on paper. so, i remember. it’s not pretty. it’s actually brutal. there are times i don’t want to…

My Sunday Best: ode to my coffee (with video)

hello… and down below there is pure poesy. really :) the cell fone alarm goes off in the morning time excuse me while I think of a meaningful rhyme. I contemplate a run and go out for some playing but i think of you,  and decide to stay in. i stretch a little and get up slowly  out of my bed still in a haze but with you in my head in to the kitchen i clumsily stumble mmm , and when i see you a practically crumble off to some…

Juno says: They will leave soon-And what will I do? (video)

My conversations with Juno in the morning time. on a school day. This happens every single day. every. day. well, almost every day. when the girls are off to school… she whines and cries at their bedroom door. sometimes she cries herself to sleep (okay, that was a lie!) but she does cry. I wish i spoke dog! talk to me Juno, but softly , please.