: About Me

House of Sand

We are a house of sand that stands forever

Blown to dust and washed away is just a part of it

Not the ending

We are the sound of the string that sings through eternity

Grown quite here now

But exciting the stars as they dance to the tiny song

The familiar falls away

And we shiver in a strange light

Left with only

What we are

My passion is ...

life, all of it.

I know too much about ...

stupidity.

My parents always told me ...

to try my best at whatever I am doing.

My childhood ambition ...

was to travel the world.

My favorite memory ...

is any number of hysterical conversations with my son.

Why I write ...

I write because whatever it is that I get assigned from whatever it is that gives the assignments, put writing on my list of things to do.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

is the rain, thunder and lightning.

My first job ...

was too long ago to remember.

My best moment ...

was giving birth.

My inspiration ...

is it's own boss and doesn't seem to feel confined to subject, genre or much anything.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thermodynamics

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The shape of the wind What is wilder than the wind In the sail of a fine boat The full curves The billowing cloth The sea is a woman And does care who rides her Men may man the boat But the boat herself is feminine She is a hole in the water Whatever her name may be The first sailboat I ever set foot on Was named Conan By the Yugoslavian skipper The sexiest man I ever met In all my life His wife soon gave birth To their first child A daughter His boat was made to race And bore the name of a man Be that as it may A boat is a hole in the water Her sails hold the shape of the wind

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