50 things in my junk drawer

1. a container of batteries, rechargeable and not
2. about 20 elastics of all colors, shapes and sizes
3. 2 boxes of birthday candles, all partially burned
4. a #3 candle
5. a #2 candle
6. marbles, always more marbles
7. an illegal promo box cutter stolen from WFM
8. a shiny new, safety blade and a box of razors
9. a pair of scissors
10. a key attached to a zip tie - it was in this drawer when we arrived and it must go to something in the house right?
11. about 10 blue balloons
    
12. a cabinet knob
13. a red bow tied around a piece of twist tie that used to hold closed a bag of fancy holiday chocolates
14. and a purple one too!
15. outlet covers
16. a tape measure, taken from my sewing box
17. a golf ball
18. a rusted spring
19. an official stephen brothers pin
20. a "swiss" army knife
21. a pocket knife
22. a small orange flashlight
23. a small yellow flashlight
24. touch-up paint for the ford 500
25. the cap for the bathroom sink faucet
    
26. one shower curtain ring, missing dragonfly embellishment
    
27. a pad lock with the key in lock
28. a key to my bike lock
29. a lock with key from a post office box (possibly illegally obtained?)
30. a black vhf/uhf splitter
31. a radio shack uhf/vhf/fm hyrbid splitter/combiner
32. a 6"screw
33. another golf ball
34. an extra button to the tie-dye dress i'm wearing and a gold safety pin
35. two mini key rings
36. 4 or 5 small pink balloons
37. the lock to the bathroom door
38. a python clicker for last subaru owned
39. a two-sided allen wrench
40. a yellow mancala piece
41. a green mancala piece
42. a chain, possibly for mini flashlight?
43. nuts
44. bolts
45. mini screws
46. a blue metal zipper pull
47. a small 1/2" spring
48. a christmas light bulb
49. a wooden dowel
50. a red paintbrush
    

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units of measure

an inch and a peck of love will only get you as far as a foot and a pint of despair, following at a meter's length to find the truth beneath the quart of sarcasm, and the league of generosity one sees the notes of reason, rhythm, rhyme and writer's block.
quartered and halved by ennui and general malaise, hence to be or not to be is no longer the question at hand, instead it has been trampled by the feet of defeat and lays limp as a dog on a log laying in the summer heat, lolling it's tongue through the airs of notoriety and retreat.

longing

a yearning, a desire, a moment of bliss, a serendipitous act of fruition without consequences, a second in time like no other and it is within that moment of time in which you know the sequence of events cannot be retold, only memory can be held close and you are left with a longing of what can never be.
held within the confines of your heart, examined and categorized by your mind as it tries to break free from the bars that have been made to hold you. look around those bars, what do you see? bend the cage to your will, do not accept what has been given to you as the only way to be, look within the shadows cast by those bars, look within the rays of light held between them. what do you see? do not be satisfied, do not be contained, do not be caged. look around you, make your presence known. what do you see? know that there is more, know that there is less and all that is held in between. do not be held, break free and run through the shadows, break free and run through the light, break free and run.

writing bones

i need "bones to write into", a structure/function set of guidelines to adhere to, a linear alignment of the stars and planets to coalesce into an image uniquely my own, a theme unlike any other hereto unknown, unrehearsed, ubiquitously unkempt within the fates of time, space and the continuum of cheesecake and coffee with raw milk creams and butters and maple syrup frostings over the edges of my plates of consciousness, leaking down the curved sides of my inhibitions, onto the tablecloth of my youth. no longer pure and starchly white, but soiled and stained with my heart's irreparable pain and my body's meanderings and wanderings into the unknown depths of my long lost soul.

(quote is from Kathy Dunn)

16 things to do before i die

1. see the sunrise at Stonehendge
2. get a nose ring
3. see the Royal Gardens of London
4. find my grandfather's recipe for raspberry wine
5. dye my hair turquoise
6. celebrate my 50th wedding anniversary at Arcadia National Park
7. get another tattoo
8. see the Eiffel Tower
9. get a third tattoo
10. see the castles of England and Ireland
11. find my tribal ancestors
12. visit the town where my grandfather's family is from (northern Italy)
13. see the Grand Canyon
14. go back to Monte Verde, Costa Rica for a month or more
15. go back to the Olympic Penninsula in Washington for a year or more
16. see the sunset at Stonehendge

plastic heart

within this bag lies the pieces to my heart. the unseen gestures of the every day. the smile, the touch, the taste, the scent of all that is held within. it is here, within this space i can truly see the dawning of a new day, the prelude to the next piece, held together by threads of nuance, invisible to the eye, seen only by the heart.

within this bag lies the pieces of my heart, torn and bloodied, the dark liquid pooling into the corners, billowing out to the entire space, just waiting for the moment when it all becomes too much and the seams tear and my blood comes gushing out, spilling onto the floor, pooling next to my feet, my life poured out beneath me and anyone else who wishes to see.

within this bag lies the pieces for my heart. searing emotions, burning desires threaded among the veins of my existence, tumbling from one moment of ecstasy into another, all too quick for my mind to hold onto, but knowing there is no need for all that is important is held within my heart's desire.