Saturday, February 26, 2011


In a haze, a stormy haze
I’ll be round, I’ll be loving you, always

Here I am and I'll take my time
Here I am and I’ll wait in line, always

-Coldplay: “Parachutes”

Thursday, February 24, 2011

"Girl" by Lisa Zaran

 She said she collects pieces of sky,
cuts holes out of it with silver scissors,
bits of heaven she calls them.
Every day a bevy of birds flies rings
around her fingers, my chorus of wives,
she calls them. Every day she reads poetry
from dusty books she borrows from the library,
sitting in the park, she smiles at passing strangers,
yet can not seem to shake her own sad feelings.
She said that night reminds her of a cool hand
placed gently across her fevered brow, said
she likes to fall asleep beneath the stars,
that their streaks of light make her believe
that she too is going somewhere. Infinity,
she whispers as she closes her eyes,
descending into thin air, where no arms
outstretch to catch her. 

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

"Dream Catcher"- A Poem

dream catcher, please catch those dreadful thoughts
and also, make the pain subside.
just for a few minutes
i need a few soundless minutes
with no thundering patters from my heart.
they get maddening after a while.
please take your wispy feathers and make me pure again
so I can live my daydreams.
in my delightful fantasies of wheat fields with white cotton,
nothing goes wrong
and under the vast open sky, that just about swallows me whole,
i write.
i write and write and write until my fingers are stinging
and my feeling are raw
but it’s ok, dream catcher, because you fix that.
when you swing above my empty head you patch up my losses,
like a caring mother’s hands, you are there to ease my pain.
so thank you dream catcher.
thank you for arranging my beating, rampant, and absolute heart
back where it belongs.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Sunday, February 20, 2011


An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

~Henry Miller