The sea is us.
It’s in our blood.
We came from it,
Out of the mud.
It’s in our eyes,
And in our skin.
The same chemistry within.
From Earth we came.
To it we go.
Like the tide we ebb and flow.
And just like us,
Earth has a heart.
Never stopping once it starts.
It is the sea.
Like symmetry,
I’m made of it.
It’s made of me.
Barbro is my woman,
I am Barbro’s man,
We have our little problems,
But we do the best we can,
When problems get too big,
We stick our heads into the sand,
And laugh and drink and dance and sing and shout “Strike up the band!”
This may burn
But it’s your turn.
I’d like to know
What really happened
Between the two of you.
And why she
Spent my childhood
Trying to make me
Hate you.
Did you ever
Really love her?
Because I know
That she loved you.
She told me clearly
How you were
Sincerely
The great love
Of her life.
She was your wife.
So how did she
End up hating you?
She told me
How devastating
Taking us and leaving was.
Especially because
She knew you never
Loved her.
How you shoved her
And her love away.
And how she cried.
I’ve heard her side.
Now it’s your turn.
I’d like to hear from you.
What would have been
If you had been?
Would I have been another?
Chances are small,
I’d exist at all,
Let alone as the young brother,
But if you had lived too,
One thing is true,
I’d have a different name,
My identity,
The stuff that makes me me,
Nothing would be quite the same,
All the clothes that I’d own,
All those rooms alone,
I would have shared them with you,
The things that life throws,
Well only goodness knows,
What we’d have made our way through,
But it isn’t that way,
For on Delivery day,
For reasons that we can’t explain,
You arrived on our shore,
For an hour, no more,
And then suddenly were gone again,
And so we never met,
Not even once, yet,
I think of you often I find,
Coming to grips,
With could be’s, and what if’s
You were brother in more than my mind.
Just wind and rain,
No hurricane,
Sweden doesn’t do dramatic,
The wet and cold,
Have taken hold,
Of today’s weather schematic,
Sweden reaps praise,
In many ways,
But rarely for events climatic.
Here she is, the face behind the name. I recently changed my hair from blonde to red and I like it much better. The bottom picture is of my sweet little cat, Cinnamon. I had just brought her home from the vet a few minutes earlier. Despite the fact that she just had several teeth pulled, she was so happy to be home she was rolling and purring like crazy. She would walk a few steps and then flop and roll and purr. Maybe it was the drugs they gave her but I’d never seen her happier. Here she is basking in the sun.
Will the real Miss Kitten please stand up?
It’s hard to know what to say…
At this point, pretty much
everything that could be
said about it,
has been said.
So what else is there?
Well…
Last year in the midst
of all the ten year
anniversary hype,
I suggested that maybe
it’s about time we got over it.
But thinking about it still hurts.
I don’t think we will ever
truly get over it.
Some people say America deserved it.
Last year someone I know
mentioned on facebook
that 9-11 is the day the
whole world sucks America’s cock.
Others refuse to believe that
we live in a world where
these kinds of events,
just happen randomly.
It’s somehow more comforting
to believe that it was
planned all along.
But I will not entertain
the idea of a conspiracy.
At this point
after everthing that could
have been said about it,
has been said.
All I know for sure is
is that is today is
a Tuesday,
and it happened on a Tuesday.
Full Circle
And thinking about it still
hurts my soul.
1. Floss. I promised the dentist I would but I only did for about a week after my last checkup. Why did I say I would? Now I’ve lied to a dentist and I feel really awful about it.
2. Get a Driver’s Licence. I did try pretty seriously at one point. Even took driver training classes. But I suck at it. I took the driver’s test three times and I failed it three times. At this point I’ve come to the conclusion that I just wasn’t meant to drive, especially now since my epilepsy diagnosis won’t allow me to drive anyway.
3. Ridden in a Limousine. Probably the only realistic opportunity to do this would have been on Prom Night, but I never went to my high school senior prom because I was a huge dork and most boys wouldn’t talk to me, let alone ask me to the prom.
4. Gotten Married. At my age that’s pretty pathetic. Then again, at my age, I really don’t see the point. My boyfriend and I have been living together for seven years and we’ve already done almost everything that married couples do, like buy furniture together and occasionally have sex.
5. Had Kids. Not from a lack of wanting or trying, though. Well, perhaps from a little lack of trying. I am woman with a functional reproductive system and my boyfriend is also fully functional, but I remain non-knocked up.
6. Go to the Gym. I really hate exercise. I mostly just watch TV in my free time, which currently makes up most of my time in these post laid off from work days. I very occasionally do other stuff, but laziness is my predominating characteristic.
Each leaf is drawn and painted freehand. I did two test paintings of leaves before doing this one, which something I rarely do. I tend to paint like I wrote poetry. Most of the time I just get on with it with no plan or preparation. However, this time, I really wanted to understand the maple leaf. It has such a beautiful and unusual shape, and I’ve seen them in all colors, from crimson to yellow green as bright as a traffic light.
Black ink, aquarelle pencil and water, and shiny stuff on the moon.
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