"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


My friend said
she wanted to be water
and I thought
what a clever way
to live forever,
to see everything
to be forgotten
to be understated
to slip through
fingers and teeth
and yet
carry all life
from birth
to death
to bring a ship home
or drag it down
to dark depths.


  1. I'm impressed with your work. You have real insight into people, and you can write to that with compelling language. Keep on writing.

  2. Excellent JB. Incredible metaphor. Get thee to a publisher!

  3. Love this one, very powerful. I said something similar to a friend last week, though I doubt she'd make it sound so special. This is beautiful writing.


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