He is a fable
hauling red lightning through the dust of an uneven sky
His stare settles on the tip of my nose and he is unearthing his heart
and i lean in softly like a whisper
a forgotten thought against his chest
and we breathe in unison from time to time
breathe in the mean time
Arms in hands upon my thighs and wisp of fragrant hair takes my breath
A sparkle in your smile, A sparkle on your mind
remembering any feelings I can only remember his name.............(TBC)
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Out there
Haven´t been writing or posting a whole bunch. Blogging is starting to feel similar to taking way tooo many pictures of an event instead of simply enjoying it
I have simply been busy living, oh and also trying to fix my lens and prepare for an exhibition on the 24th.
It seems that being asked to exhibit my work has made me very self conscious of the material I have to sho off. I always think there is never enough.
Anyway, I want to thank my friends back home for their support, their phone calls and online convos. I really do appreciate it all.
I will post more pics before I return. But I guarantee a more extensive recounting with visual aids when I return.
I have simply been busy living, oh and also trying to fix my lens and prepare for an exhibition on the 24th.
It seems that being asked to exhibit my work has made me very self conscious of the material I have to sho off. I always think there is never enough.
Anyway, I want to thank my friends back home for their support, their phone calls and online convos. I really do appreciate it all.
I will post more pics before I return. But I guarantee a more extensive recounting with visual aids when I return.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Haunted television sets
My TV is haunted. It needs an exorcist - but I really do need to stop thinking of tv as a pet.
Basically I am homesick. In missing home I tend to read tons of nYC blogs, practice music and write a bunch of songs to share when i return. I guess what I miss is the pull between collective anonymity and collaboration that NYC offers . Here in DR women are constantly harassed, you can't go out unless you are amongst friends and pullling out a camera in public draws a lot of stares.
To comfort me my friend Casey sent me a pic of a bologna eating kittie. Somehow it worked.
I think I will take a walk and look for a camera store - need a charger.
-k
Basically I am homesick. In missing home I tend to read tons of nYC blogs, practice music and write a bunch of songs to share when i return. I guess what I miss is the pull between collective anonymity and collaboration that NYC offers . Here in DR women are constantly harassed, you can't go out unless you are amongst friends and pullling out a camera in public draws a lot of stares.
To comfort me my friend Casey sent me a pic of a bologna eating kittie. Somehow it worked.
I think I will take a walk and look for a camera store - need a charger.
-k
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