The groovy girl needs to get her groove back. And fast. And drugs won't do. Not this time. This time it is serious: she is wearing black. Gone are the greens, the orange and oh the fuchsia. A friend suggested she self-publish a slim volume of her poetry. Self-publishing poetry and dressed in black - she would look almost cool. And 'almost cool' is not groovy. What she'd like is the sway in her hips back. That smile on her skin. She'd like to hear the music of her body again. Feel all its colourful sensations. She wants to sparkle and bring on the good vibes. She wants to be tequila and siesta, languid and lush. She wants to be her catlike self again. Now that would be groovy. Like totally.
Wednesday 25 March 2009
Monday 2 March 2009
the moon girl
the moongirl is nostalgic for sunset. she longs for dusk, desires its intensity of vivid, rare colours. every day the moon girl stares into the white eye of the sun from behind the blue curtain of sky. without regard for the pale, the sun looks past her. but she is there...watchful and still as she grows full of dreams.
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