"This must have been my life but I never lived it" -Her childishly wide stare at some diminishing reel of space and brightness, half illusory, half not, stuns to an epitaph. And I can read it all: how a little lie whitened to twenty years; how she was chosen by something called happiness, yet nothing, nothing was hers. And now she has to turn away, and her bruised eyes are smiling in their nets: "I'ts simple, isn't it? Never say the yes you don't mean, but the no you always meant, say that, even if it's too late, even if it kills you." Carol Rumens
i-gizmo entry Head
It is only since I have had my own child that I have known how much I always failed to do what I might have done for the happiness of you both... It seems to me as if I never sympathized with you as I ought, or tried to embellish and sustain your life, as far as it is possible. Margaret Fuller, American writer and critic, to her mother Margarett C. Fuller, Nov. 7th, 1849
Mother's Day
i-gizmo entry Flower
Veterans Day Parade, waiting to start and high spirits
'The Door"
the day after the national election the sky cleared and the sun found it's guitar. i ran to the plaza and soon discovered myself dancing in the middle of a jubilant crowd. a nation of song, a nation of thousands pushing like the sea to the cathedral. i felt the sweet sweat of arms, legs and chests. i found my place among the living, the dead, the ghosts, the children waiting to be born. something more powerful than victory was in the air. i could breathe again. my prison door was open. my country was outside. she had been waiting for me. E. Ethelbert Miller (b.1950)
i-gizmo entry Snapshot
