from such great heights

growing pains

Posted in life by chapwoman on July 31, 2009

weeds

every time i come home, it feels less and less like so.

weeds slowly infest the neighborhood,
contacts dwindle to the single-digits,
the sky grays grayer than i remember.

so i guess it’s official:
southern california is breaking up with me.

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darling.

Posted in life by chapwoman on July 31, 2009

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i don’t know how to tell you this, but there’s a Chinese family in our bathroom.

a must see.

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sigh of relief

Posted in life by chapwoman on July 27, 2009

“Come to me all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

-matthew, quoting Jesus, in chapter 11: verses 28-30.

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Posted in life by chapwoman on July 23, 2009

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i want a journal to write all my thoughts in,
a place to jot today’s little discoveries,
to etch my unspoken hopes and dreams,
to make shapes with ideas that seem intangible.

i want a place to house my conversations:
discussions that may never be
but are, because I write them fictitiously
hoping they become realities
when the world starts turning again.
and then discussions with my rootless self,
exploring my possibilities of climbing trees that don’t yet exist
but will — eventually.
and discussions with my Creator
about His divine order of things
and still,
disorder I breathe in a cloud of gold and green.

this journal will hold the “to-be-written” lyrics to my “to-be-written” love songs
and it will keep secrets where they belong
untold.

but i don’t have a journal like this;
i don’t even have enough change to buy one
or to sustain one.

so there, it shall sit
for now —
on a birthday list.

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Posted in life by chapwoman on July 11, 2009

and time passes slowly here.
it drones on like the lazy days of summer,
like the vibrations in my throat
as i hum some verses i would love to sing about you.