Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Teaching, Breathing

Breathe in.

Hold it.

Aaaand,

out.

3 comments:

  1. Nine years old.

    Gasping, gaping, fighting sweat-soaked blankets and leering monsters disguised in stuffed animals.

    Sucking, shrieks become moans in my throat. Blinding sweet light covers cool smooth sweetness.
    A dream a dream.

    Twelve.
    Summer Camp.

    Shame of staying, fear of dreaming.
    Extra sleepwear changes.
    Ipod audiobooks of home
    and these

    Podcast 1

    Breathe In.

    Hold it.

    Aaaaaaand,

    out.

    Podcast 2

    Fall Back

    Rest

    into the rhythm

    of sleep.

    Podcast 3

    [Brahms]

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  2. LOL! Awesome, B.

    I was going to write one... but my brain is fried. crispy.

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  3. Yeah - it was awesome, B!

    (I'm fried today, too. 15+ hours of working the election polls yesterday can do it to ya!)

    But I am really glad to see your post today!

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