caught here

Now in this space
Things are done but not quite.
Things need my attention but I have none to give.
I want to keep working but I stop frozen.

It is bone chilling cold and I feel so strongly
I feel like making something
but I am too frozen
to move forward just yet.

I hear songs, see photographs, and I look at my hands.
They want to move, they want to make, they want to thaw.

this (mostly) secret place

What started out as a place to keep track of my inspirations for fire and noise has turned into another project all together. Still fewer words and more images, always of inspirations or past remembrances. The Supplemental has morphed into a much needed outlet for finding my way again. I am always excited to visit this place. Some people know about this and many more don't and that is how I like it.I don't reply to comments as regularly here, because I like to fade away into the background a bit more but please know that I love sharing this place with you and your comments are always appreciated even when not directly acknowledged.

and now it is time for me to fade away again...
thank you.

self absorption studies

So I said come I'll show you my staples.I took the girls into the bathroom to look at the blood crusted metal. I was a star.

Of course I had my zebra sweatshirt on. We were getting ready to drive home and leave grandma in Little Rock. I was feeling sick, just worried about the trip home.
I looked bad.
I remember having the snap shot made at the kitchen table with my mom in her borrowed floral robe. My friendship pin gleaming.
I almost got sick.
Then we drove and when we stopped for gas at the station, I had a hard time moving.

Foggy voices telling me to come out
telling me to "squeeze my thumb"
"come on you can-oh goodness you're strong"

Ice chips followed...

What else is there...

"flashlights, nightmares and sudden explosions..."
-Royksopp-What else is there..

All I Ever Wanted...

Then the fear grips me and I wonder what have I done?

6:52a.m.

"Unimpeded by other schemes, this hint of things to come takes time to expand in the new morning light, and we attempt to watch it unobtrusively, with deep concentration. The night has begun to open up at last. There will be time until the next darkness arrives..."

After Dark by Haruki Murakami

Strange arrangements

I awake at the same time each night
In a dark room with ruby red carpet
I look across the floor and there they are again
They are pale, almost as if in white gloves
The hands.
They hover just over the floor
I don't cry, I just watch
As they make strange arrangements in the dark
Am I dreaming?
No.
Every night like clockwork motioning to me
In a dark room with ruby red carpet