what happened to us that we don't have this kind of integrity anymore!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Naomi Pomeroy
I wanted to write a little post about a beautiful woman I met through 2 also beautiful friend's of mine, Naomi Pomeroy, owner and chef of the famed restaurant Beast in Portland, Oregon. She deserves a long write up, that would barely even cover all her achievements, but what is most remarkable is her integrity and her honesty about her failures. How amazing and inspiring... and how lucky am I to spend a sunday afternoon on the phone with her, discussing what it's like to be modern working mothers.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
catching the bus
Your face in the soft heat I wanted to cup in my hands
as if the moon was washing over my heart.
My god at times I feel as if I were a blade of grass
caressed by a cosmic breeze
bending and swaying
flatted against the damp earth when it rains.
Not the florescent lights or the monitor’s glare in front of me can
distract me of your pressing questions breathing through my soul.
My hands on the keyboard tingle with the waves of the sea
rolling down my fingers writing to you...
The air of night calling to the ether walking down Flushing
the bus is coming for me.
And as I sink into it's metal jaws my eyes close to the thought of you,
a cloud of warmth covers my consciousness
and I fall asleep with a kiss in my palm.
as if the moon was washing over my heart.
My god at times I feel as if I were a blade of grass
caressed by a cosmic breeze
bending and swaying
flatted against the damp earth when it rains.
Not the florescent lights or the monitor’s glare in front of me can
distract me of your pressing questions breathing through my soul.
My hands on the keyboard tingle with the waves of the sea
rolling down my fingers writing to you...
The air of night calling to the ether walking down Flushing
the bus is coming for me.
And as I sink into it's metal jaws my eyes close to the thought of you,
a cloud of warmth covers my consciousness
and I fall asleep with a kiss in my palm.
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