Tuesday, January 8, 2013

It surges out like an ocean tide

Tuesday, January 8, 2013


A human hand is made with 27 bones
some apes have more
a gorilla has 32, five per finger
a human has 27.
If you break an arm or a leg, the bone grows back together by calcification
your arm or leg can therefore become even stronger
but with a hand fracture it will never get quite right.
In every battle and with each punch you will think of it
you'll be careful
but once in a while the pain will come back
like needles
like glass splinters

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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Potent

Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I have loved you so long

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


ANY CASE

 by Wislawa Szymborska

It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Closer. Farther away.
It happened, but not to you.
You survived because you were first.
You survived because you were last.
Because alone. Because the others.
Because on the left. Because on the right.
Because it was raining. Because it was sunny.
Because a shadow fell.
Luckily there was a forest.
Luckily there were no trees.
Luckily a rail, a hook, a beam, a brake,
A frame, a turn, an inch, a second.
Luckily a straw was floating on the water.
Thanks to, thus, in spite of, and yet.
What would have happened if a hand, a leg,
One step, a hair away?
So you are here? Straight from that moment still suspended?
The net’s mesh was tight, but you? through the mesh?
I can’t stop wondering at it, can’t be silent enough.
Listen,
How quickly your heart is beating in me.


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Saturday, November 17, 2012

A less defeating path

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Falling to the ground
I was anxious to be found
You can always go home
To the safety of your cloud


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Friday, October 19, 2012

All he wants

Friday, October 19, 2012

This song breaks me into bit and pieces. Again. What does it mean when people say their hearts are broken into pieces? It is that moment in between you can't hold yourself up together and your head is held up high; and you're totally down on the ground unable to move into the direction of happiness and anything that comes along the way.

Again.




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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Out of water

Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Will a shark
be as fearless
in a
forest?
Can the devil
survive
in heaven?
Will a tiger
still roar
on the face of
the moon,
or will it
whimper
more meekly
than
a lamb?
If the moon
can linger
on a morning
so bright,
why can't
the sun
do the same
at night?

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Sunday, August 19, 2012

When you are gone

Sunday, August 19, 2012
But if only God
would grant me
a piece
of His courage,
I might face
your absence
without dying.
But if only you would
take me
with you
wherever you go,
I would find
home
in a million different
places.
And I would sweeten you
in a million different
ways.
Before you are sleepy,
I will have already placed
a thigh
under your falling
head.
Before you are hungry,
I am already peeling
onions.
When you are
angry with me,
I shall
kiss you.
When you are not,
I shall kiss you
twice.
If you should die
before me,
I shall lie down
beside you.
Whisper a joke
into your half-listening ear.
Promise
the ultimate promise
of eternal companionship.
When you are gone,
I do not die,
But I am forever
dying.

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