The New Currency...

Dog-eared...

When was the last time you slept under an open sky? Walked barefoot on moist green grass? Blew soap bubbles? Held balloons in your hand? Laughed till your stomach hurt?

When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror without flinching at your image?

Part-Broken Part-Whole Love-Whore...

Will you sleep for love?

Red...

"Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its colour."

— W. S. Merwin

Fly Away, Little one, Fly Away...

Been caged too long. 

The Quiet World...

In an effort to get people to look

into each other's eyes more,

and also to appease the mutes,

the government has decided

to allot each person exactly one hundred

and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear

without saying hello. In the restaurant

I point at chicken noodle soup.

I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,

proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.

I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,

I know she's used up all her words,

so I slowly whisper I love you

thirty-two and a third times.

After that, we just sit on the line

and listen to each other breathe.

- Jeffrey McDaniel

Framed...

I don't have a display picture on Facebook, or on any social networking sites. And I can become quite a pain in the behind when someone wants to click a picture of me. I don't allow them. I could count the number of people I have allowed to take my pictures, I could count them on my one hand now.

Everyone asks me why I don't like getting clicked. Yes, partly that.

But the real reason is that it's too much of a personal commitment for me. When I let you click a picture of me, and let you keep it, it means I want you in my life forever. And there only a handful of them I want beside my bed-side when I breathe my last.


Save that picture of me you have, I might need to borrow it sometime.