i love this feeling

faraway, so close

small

"and it makes me float free
to feel how small my life must be"

from small
by lamb

Life is a deep secret...

my afternoon at the museum

sweet nuno before his portuguese test

colin and "some girl" at magestic

photography by matt kebbekus, www.kebbek.us

it's almost ending

matt and colin (colin doesn't have a guy inside him)

some trees and matt at the museum

once i lived here

This Was Once a Love Poem

This was once a love poem,
before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short,
before it found itself sitting,
perplexed and a little embarrassed,
on the fender of a parked car,
while many people passed by without turning their heads.

It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement.
It remembers choosing these shoes,
this scarf or tie.

Once, it drank beer for breakfast,
drifted its feet
in a river side by side with the feet of another.

Once it pretended shyness, then grew truly shy,
dropping its head so the fair would fall forward,
so the eyes would not be seen.

IT spoke with passion of history, of art.
It was lovely then, this poem.
Under its chin, no fold of skin softened.
Behind the knees, no pad of yellow fat.
What it knew in the morning it still believed at nightfall.
An unconjured confidence lifted its eyebrows, its cheeks.

The longing has not diminished.
Still it understands. It is time to consider a cat,
the cultivation of African violets or flowering cactus.

Yes, it decides:
Many miniature cacti, in blue and red painted pots.
When it finds itself disquieted
by the pure and unfamiliar silence of its new life,
it will touch them—one, then another—
with a single finger outstretched like a tiny flame.

by Jane Hirshfield
From Given Sugar, Given Salt

when I fell in love with a bad bad man

la maison de mon rêve