“jag älskar hur du skrattar.” -beautiful bird weekend past, a viking in a pair of canary yellow converse kicks reminded me, “i love the way you laugh”. my darling swedish silver lining …
the hippocampus, buttertarts and applesauce.
tis funny the tiny, intrinsic things that ignite a forgotten moment, unlocking a forlonged memory. like how just now savouring on a piece of banana and walnut bread, staring blankly for a train to rescue me from suburbia, i can taste the creamy banana loaf that grandma used to make. the melting walnut suddenly tastes like the brown sugar…
poem mso.
night time skies beautiful blue eyes; dusk blown kisses individual misses; a scornful sparrow gone is yesterday’s tomorrow; light morning rain her forgotten name; tangled white sheets to empty grey streets; his unmade bed in her messed up head.
the naked (creative) mind.
for the past two years i have had the most amazing (platonic) relationship with a polish man. my therapist. there, i said it. i’ve been seeing a therapist. and i’m proud of it. i think it is important to talk about it as a means to break down some of the social stigma around mental health. the support is there…
the cupidettes.
in my world (as utopic as it may be at times) valentine’s day comes 365 days a year. mad love for all the sparrows each and every day. postcard kisses and a bouquet of words. chocolate-covered conversations and a dozen red bicycles. a cheeky peck to say hello; a tight embrace to say goodbye. to love is…
the yogasm.
as much as i would like to i cannot take credit for this word. i first uttered it about a year ago when speaking to a friend who takes as much release in this meditative form of exercise (yoga) as i do. yes, the meaning of the word ‘yogasm’ is exactly what you think it is (you dirty…
a staccato burst: the power to persevere.
“perseverance leads to a break-out moment.” -beautiful bird xx (warning: what follows is the ramblings of self-induced egoism.) one of my favourite australian utterances is, “i’m over it.” loosely translated: something has become annoyingly mundane or tiresome and it is time to flip it the bird. at least that is my lexical adaptation of it. let…
the boomerang.
as a wise viking once told me, “who knows, australia may be your way home.” eight more weeks until i bid melbourne adieu. the intensity i am enduring is hardly bittersweet. take the sensation of your happiest memory, mix it with clumsy nervousness and then shake it with bubbles of laughter. stir in a pinch of hypertension…
just jump.
(note to reader: i found this post unpublished today. it is from april 2011. this is why writing is so powerful — to discover old words only to then reflect upon where your thoughts are now …) just jump. and so i did. with nervous trepidation, the 40 meter, two second bungy jump was peacefully exhilarating. other than…
static confusion. 