October 25, 2008


I know you are listening to me, I can hear you listen

October 22, 2008

Somewhere, on earth a building falls and there is movement again. The trees sway but not the wind. The mist stirs in perfect time as I move closer to the dancing flame in the distance, with voices growing stronger as its heat grows colder.
There. Here. The flame is her hair. Her face appeared then changed to dis. Moses knew fire but this burning bush is a girl. I am angered. Frustrated. Anti-climaxed. Submitted. I growl.

Come here white rabbit, come here.
Whatever makes your heart sing.
This would
Don't waste my time
Even a rusted hinge would let me in, are you less than that, girl?

Evaporated, my sense, I start blending with her riddlespeak. What is keeping me warm here? The flame, the one elusive flame? The forest. The pale. The hole. The rabbit. The tree. The broken. The self. The walk. The fall.

Just keep falling.

Then, for one second I grasp the game as I forget the rules.

October 19, 2008



I am blinded, I am bound.  I can feel the distance getting close

October 15, 2008




AS the account of the creation in the first chapter is in harmony with science, common sense, and the experience of mankind in natural laws, the inquiry naturally arises, why should there be two contradictory accounts in the same book, of the same event? It is fair to infer that the second version, which is found in some form in the different religions of all nations, is a mere allegory, symbolizing some mysterious conception of a highly imaginative editor.

The first account dignifies woman as an important factor in the creation, equal in power and glory with man. The second makes her a mere afterthought. The world in good running order without her. The only reason for her advent being the solitude of man.

There is something sublime in bringing order out of chaos; light out of darkness; giving each planet its place in the solar system; oceans and lands their limits; wholly inconsistent with a petty surgical operation, to find material for the mother of the race. It is on this allegory that all the enemies of women rest their battering rams, to prove her inferiority. Accepting the view that man was prior in the creation, some Scriptural writers say that as the woman was of the man, therefore, her position should be one of subjection. Grant it, then as the historical fact is reversed in our day, and the man is now of the woman, shall his place be one of subjection?

October 08, 2008


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October 02, 2008

The Pool
One with her hands
Open

"Don't Be afraid" she said
"No one will know it -
Just you and me"
And when it's over
I'll go back