i dream of the past and suffer all over again
Spanishwoods is 2 1/2 years old. In that time I have brought only positive light to these blog pages. But for the next week, it’s going to get a little darker. One week of meloncholia. One week of a negative purging of sorts. If you have no desire to read a stormier version of the woods, skip this week and I will see you again in mid July.
i caught a lightning bug last night,
watched it walk tentatively along
the edges of my fingers,
its phosphorescence blinked on my palm–
a spotlight on destiny
it was you, all along, it was you
mercury glass and mirrors,
puddles of water, windows,
books, movies and songs,
ice chips and diamonds,
silver spoons, steady minds,
sometimes children and sometimes parents
it’s taken me so long
to know so little
we sat up high and watched the sun set,
the boats dock, and the impending darkness creep upon us
nails and pins,
thumbtacks and sharp glass,
love, hate and pointed words,
needles, nettles and stingers,
truths and lies
