Sunday, April 04, 2010

Home for Supper



Cooking, cleaning, eating, drinking.


Forswearing the known world.


My silence is as deep and fast-moving as a river. My happiness is a muscle flexing in a bone-bound cavern, a drum beating in the dark.


It is filled with love and despair.


Happy imaginary religious holiday of your choosing.




PS- If you want a real update, you should go see what the woman has posted.


Anonymous nursemyra said...

is that an Easter bunny he's bringing home for dinner?

4:04 PM  
Blogger melissashook said...

oh, love,, happy imaginary religious holiday!
how nicely you capture that thought...reality...concept...

6:42 AM  
Blogger 21k said...

Tearful, I closed my blog but will open a new one soon and will let you know when I do.

xo dd

12:45 PM  
Blogger LKD said...

21k, can you let me know when your blog is up and running again? I never said much there, but I love reading your words.

5:56 PM  
Blogger 21k said...

Laurel, yes, and it's up again but it's a tiny plain thing and clearly needs you and more.
(That means you too Tearful)
Thank you dear one!


(it should link from my name)

8:17 AM  
Blogger Mim said...

"Cooking, cleaning, eating, drinking": that's pretty much it for me today, but not too much drinking.

Yours for the simple life, which turns out not to be so simple,

6:47 AM  
Blogger Mim said...

Have you left us, dear Tearful?

5:11 PM  

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