I am a fan of lists. I stumbled on this one the other night. It is an interesting list. I would be impressed if a person of any gender could do 15 of these things.
http://www.esquire.com/features/essential-skills-0508

Regrets

Woman with no regrets?
Haven't met her yet.

Does she shine different in the sun?
Does she shimmer?
Is she iridescent?
It that how we would know her from all the others?

Is her to do list filled with simple tasks?
Does it read: Wake, breathe, sleep?

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/08/06/AR2009080603039.html

Ugh.

untitled

The fusion of busted riders

sends me to solitude of garden soliloquy 

hidden harmony orchestra

trumpets of crickets

diving into water movement undulations

escaping the infinite living moment

where nothing hurts but the thorns of an artichoke

and nothing scorns but a running hose

Two year old poem get's new life

Family's naive fodder follows my every which way.

I maze through

life

Etched in me

are

mistakes

patterns

rituals

rites.

Around the fire we sit

watching embers dance

the smoke and ash

reveal the past.

The fire leaves us with visions

and more family lore.

What should have been on the radio that day

I absolutely love this song. It feels like a shared experience. It feels like when you are in the car after you grandmother has died, and only you and your sibling understand the meaning of this moment and how it will live -- embedded in your grey matter for the rest of your life. This song feels something like that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9KrotLtC-Y

It makes you wonder...

In the night

When your body is cold

And you look at your history

Sitting on the laptop

Quite awake

And drunk

Who should you blame?

The lover who sucks at it

Or the mute that never says so?