our timelines converge
for a few brief moments on
wednesday afternoons
ecentipede: CCCXIII January 19, 2012
ecentipede: CCCXII January 10, 2012
a self-answering question
a voice gone quiet–
is there still purpose? do i
feel neglected? lost?
ecentipede: CCCX November 30, 2011
weary and waiting
to see what life will be in
two weeks when it’s done
ecentipede: CCCIX November 14, 2011
a roast chicken parsed:
hungry bellies, stock bag, and
leftovers for days
ecentipede: CCCVIII November 10, 2011
i know i’ll last, but
halfway through the overlap,
i need vacation
ecentipede: CCCVII October 24, 2011
absent friends come home,
gathered for food and drink–that’s
a lovely evening
ecentipede: CCCVI October 9, 2011
fingers scraped and raw
become welcome as hard-earned
marks of a new job
ecentipede: CCCV September 22, 2011
pear butter infused
our home with sweet and spice for
hours and hours, warming
ecentipede: CCCIV September 22, 2011
lapsed yoga practice,
cold creeping in, job searching–
it all feeds the ache
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