tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post3600006027145781184..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: The Unmade Bedchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-9369315430200125262010-02-16T02:20:41.296-08:002010-02-16T02:20:41.296-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.all ways 11 o'clockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08768261761650923716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-79042244823110793722010-02-15T07:40:55.313-08:002010-02-15T07:40:55.313-08:00It is really easy to be generous when one is rich ...It is really easy to be generous when one is rich in love. I remember this well. It is mainly right to track and be true to what is happening in the here and now. We do each other no favors keeping pretences in the name of civility. Pretty much everything real depends on honesty. However, it is also true that the public markets have their own rules. When in Rome, do as the Romans. It is perhaps best to avoid the marketplace as much as possible.<br /><br />I write this as I sit in my usual marketplace spot.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-43487563066640763732010-02-15T06:58:37.661-08:002010-02-15T06:58:37.661-08:00Adoration. I see adoration here. The ghost, the ...Adoration. I see adoration here. The ghost, the woman who isn't, perhaps who was. We need, don't we? These tender turnings. I am in a place now where I am lucky enough to see the value in these turnings, the precipice of new love. What a gift. I wish it for you. I wish it for all.<br />xo<br />erinWoman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-72798068489197742412010-02-13T20:59:37.064-08:002010-02-13T20:59:37.064-08:00Damn! That's her! She looked just like that ...Damn! That's her! She looked just like that leaving the house.<br />Hooah! How'd you know?<br /><br />Thanks, Ghost I heard you clean up real good too, in an ectoplasmic metro kind of way...nobody knows exactly. :) My cat sees ghosts. She said.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-66187455078327533622010-02-13T18:21:16.115-08:002010-02-13T18:21:16.115-08:00queen bee....<a href="http://www.fantasygallery.net/blanche/Queen_bee.jpg" rel="nofollow">queen bee....</a>Ghost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-75112454168122075932010-02-13T10:44:13.214-08:002010-02-13T10:44:13.214-08:00Jozien, we can all change each other over time, ne...Jozien, we can all change each other over time, near or far. All it takes is honesty, patience and love.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-43016093083822598392010-02-12T21:54:17.577-08:002010-02-12T21:54:17.577-08:00Christopher, that is such a sweet poem. And not in...Christopher, that is such a sweet poem. And not in the way my son uses the word sweet, but as in very lovely, like a lullaby.<br />A lullaby for big kids, like me.<br />Thanksjozienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.com