I play in the woods
I think in the city, but
I wish I could play all day
in the woods.

If only I knew how to walk

I open and close.
The sun doesn't determine when I do.
I haven't quite figured out what does.
I have been locked.
I am still closed.

Last sunday's cd release party performance of the new acoustic album Finding Ground, from Root and Wing -- Eli and Erin Weaver -- was sweet and intimate, heartfelt activist nourishment. Listen to an .mp3 from the cd.

he was on here soooo long. i was sleeping at least some. he translated some buesa poems, very nicely.

i sort of miss the old blog section...it seemed closer to other bloggers. i feel in another dimension over here...but this will change over time.

i should not be alone right now.

i am eating very little lately. i really don't want the canned salmon salad in the fridge right now. maybe later i will get hungry enough. i get hungry then things won't appeal to me.