November 28, 2010


Still trying to convince myself growing up is a good thing.
I just like the cake.

November 10, 2010


I am less here than others. Practicing
the art of poise upon a slender ledge
that drops down days, resolving not to sing
a favorite nocturne, pruning back the edge
of dreams--all these are such consuming tasks.
And morning means that I must nurse a flame
so I can study what the daylight asks,
and research why
and memorize
my name.

--Jean Lenski

November 06, 2010

Desolate decay

There is something within me that really loves things that are falling apart.
Sometimes decay can be so beautiful.