candleandshadow

I write poems by Walt Whitman
on the backs of receipts, on napkins,
on paper menus and leave them
to be found. I migrate toward lamp posts
on starless nights, like an insect, seeking
heat or hope or home. I have dipped
my toes into every ocean and felt
the world move beneath my feet.
I have spent nights listening
to the sounds humans make when they eat,
when they move, when they breathe.
I have spent them watching the moon
rise and fall like every god that came before
and every god that will come after.
I balance books on my head and pencils
on my fingertips if only to see how long and how
long is long. Pennies do not taste like blood
the way some people say, but blood does taste
like pennies and salt and life. What is curiosity
if not a hunger for what we know not?

Cassie Scott

A Woman’s Poem

December 27, 2015

A woman's poem

phrased in terms of burning

December 27, 2015

Woman-on-Fire

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Princess

the spell had worked

December 27, 2015

popet

Only then had it begun to dawn on him that maybe the spell had worked. It had been very simple. All he’d been required to do, according to the book, was ‘constructe a mannequin from natural thinges’. The picture in the book had shown a clay doll, but Jimmy didn’t have any clay. He still had some Plasticine from when he’d been a really little kid, but he wasn’t sure if that was natural or not. Later on in the morning, when his mum had finally had it up to her back teeth with him and ordered him out to build a snowman or something, this new thought had come. As he’d put his bobcap and gloves on, he’d asked her if snow was natural stuff. Distracted, she’d said that it was pretty natural.

SNOW JOKE
Paul Finch

earth

Decide what you want. Believe you can have it. Believe you deserve it and believe it’s possible for you. And then close your eyes every day for several minutes, and visualize having what you already want, feeling the feelings of already having it. Come out of that and focus on what you’re grateful for already, and really enjoy it. Then go into your day and release it to the Universe and trust that the Universe will figure out how to manifest it.

Jack Canfield
Chicken Soup for the Soul

Here we are again…

December 27, 2015

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