Monday, August 28, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
PACKiNG MY BAGS..?
i bought me a domain. so eventually i'll pack my bags and leave this bloggie place. mainly because i don't like having my real name in the address, i'm too easily findable by peoples who i'd prefer didn't.
but i'll do my best to let you lovely readers all know my new place. because i know you'd miss me if i just disappeared. but mostly i'd miss the comments. because there are sooo many of them.
*snort*
michelle yesterday seeded the idea in me of writing for a living. like, not fiction or blog or poetry or anything like that, but maybe there really are ways i can make a decent living off words. i like that idea. but maybe it'd be torturous. i can agonise over words for bloody hours. i'd need to have a thesaurus with me at all times.
maybe i'll end up being a shop girl all my life.
maybe i'll do something entirely different.
heh, the coffee coursing through my veins is loosening my tongue (fingers really. i'm not saying this out loud. ok maybe a little)
i have career ideas pretty much daily. business enterprises, flashes of inspiration. hazy fuzzy edged ideas that make my eyes sparkle momentarily. how do i get these things growing?
edit: fucking widows, jeez.
but i'll do my best to let you lovely readers all know my new place. because i know you'd miss me if i just disappeared. but mostly i'd miss the comments. because there are sooo many of them.
*snort*
michelle yesterday seeded the idea in me of writing for a living. like, not fiction or blog or poetry or anything like that, but maybe there really are ways i can make a decent living off words. i like that idea. but maybe it'd be torturous. i can agonise over words for bloody hours. i'd need to have a thesaurus with me at all times.
maybe i'll end up being a shop girl all my life.
maybe i'll do something entirely different.
heh, the coffee coursing through my veins is loosening my tongue (fingers really. i'm not saying this out loud. ok maybe a little)
i have career ideas pretty much daily. business enterprises, flashes of inspiration. hazy fuzzy edged ideas that make my eyes sparkle momentarily. how do i get these things growing?
edit: fucking widows, jeez.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
RAiN
I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
Hone Tuwhare
*
i've loved this poem since i was seventeen. and now, as i stumble across it at random, i'm filled with a delicious sense of familiarity.
making small holes
in the silence
rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
Hone Tuwhare
*
i've loved this poem since i was seventeen. and now, as i stumble across it at random, i'm filled with a delicious sense of familiarity.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
SEALiFE
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