Day 482.

( <--- I had just sneezed.)

Some Kind Of Poem.

i know of sorrow in torrents.
my heart is bending, learning
how to be with a trickle that may or may not become a stream
weaving between and through
the crocuses and wildflowers.
it picks up some sticks along the way
leaves behind some mud,
smooths rocks,
and sometimes, joined by all the other
tributaries
ends in that warm and wide pool
my young body once slid down a moss slide
and pierced the still surface of,
before languishing on large rocks
baking like pie crust in the gift of the sun.

Day 420.

Last night, I sort of almost started to believe in a force outside of me that was looking out for me. It was a strange thought, an unexpected thing to feel in my body, in my gut, heart, and head.

Day 368.

A Freakout Day in the Life of Mahfam:

Inner Voice: I think I am having a bit of a freakout.
Voice of Love: Oh, sweetheart. What are you freaking out about?

Day 353.

Do you ever feel somebody loving you
Through walls and windows,
Thin orange curtains.
Through a bike ride's worth of distance,

Through the first rains
Of the winter that you thought might never come?

(Everything is mutated, after all.)

Day 334.

Sick, bored, sad at home alone. So I took this picture so I could "Doom Eyes" my friend Clare via facebook. Now that you've seen it, you're in the game. Every time somebody does this at you and you don't manage to block it, you need to lie down wherever you are. Use this information responsibly, fellow humans.

Really hoping I feel better by tomorrow, as I've got a big deal thing at around 1 pm. In case you read this and it occurs to you, please send me all that good magic stuff right around then.