Saturday, January 29, 2011


I look for myself in my bookshelf.
 I look for myself in my rumpled covers and tossed aside pillows.
I look for myself in my laundry.
  I look for myself on my desk,
   in my cupboard,
    the carpet,
     the paintings on the walls,
      the mould in the shower.
I find myself at home.

Saturday, January 22, 2011


An inhalation, a hummmmm,
The street desert at midnight in streetlight,
The middle tone, the pause to breathe,
Then gentle words goodnight, to sleep.
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