This reminds me of me... at my place, books take precedent; if there is not room for anything else, there will be room for the books.

Ukraine has talent: Sand Animation

This is amazing. Kseniya Simonova is from the Ukraine, and she uses sand to tell the story of the occupation of Ukraine from 1938-1945 by Nazi forces.

walking.the.dog

Walking.the.dog

Somewhere in the distance, beyond
strips of pine and stretches of road,
the train whistle of my childhood
rings out.
Like a lonesome lullaby it carries me
back to my mother's room and the moonlight
filtering onto my covers, casting its
sickly, blue light, comforting me
from the sounds of the coyote chanting
to the iron beast on the tracks.
The coyotes have long since moves on,
but the train still blow her unanswered
calls over the river and into the night.

what I want.

untitled, or 109

Remember that time we rode the bus hand, in hand, in hand,
it was the last time we would ever see one another in the same way.
We rode that bus from house to house waiting for the one with enough room
for life and school and space; yet, we found no such place to call our own.
We journeyed across thresholds, our minds on the precipice of wonder,
knowing fully that with each door opened, our thoughts would never been the same.
Your hands were larger than mine, sweatier too. But your eyes held
the same flashing wonder that I knew mine projected. It was the roaming
in your heart I did not see, the wonderlust that burned and smoldered in the dark depths,
sending synapses through your brain.