Sunday, November 22, 2009

i am tired of living alone
i would like to be wrapped up and with and around with someone this stormy night
rather that than at this keyboard
and
someone that makes dinner sometimes
or eats a bowl of cereal with me instead
ok yeah and someone who pays half the rent
or reaching higher
as my son says low expectations arent attractive
help pay the mortgage

so in new age terms everything i just wrote will bring me more of wanting likely

but then
someone to do a garden with would be better too

and fuck a good fight with some make up sex might even be ok
i laugh

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Friday, July 24, 2009



ann wood

pic stolen from ann wood's blog of her bed
her blog is a real favorite of mine

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Monday, June 8, 2009

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Morning Haiku

Peace, in the bed where
I lay quietly
The sun shines in the morning.

....eg

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

in bed

We live in bed, We love in bed
We sleep in bed, sometimes we toss and turn.

We cry in bed, and share a secret
We relax in bed, and catch up on the day's news.

We sleep alone, or with a partner,
We giggle with girlfriends, Cuddle with children,
Or just enjoy the space to ourselves...

In bed.
.......elizabeth gravenor

alphabed

solo 2

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

toys in the bed

stripes and flowers

cat stretched out

green sheet

narrow bed

two cats

white dog

light through the window

stripes and cat

nap on the river

bed at a b and b

sofa with dog

poem #1

sleepless
still warm
tossed and turned out
for another day
i couldn't resist
this request
for a still warm unmade
self

story #1

I don't have a camera!

But I do have a story. In university, I had long hair, a sloppy big brown coat, and I used to wear these loose untucked prison workshirts (part of my punk aesthetic). I would also sometimes take naps in the hallways between classes. I earned myself the nickname, "the Unmade Bed."

red sheets