Wednesday, May 18, 2011

1376.

It was the perfect day.

1375.

They saw a baobab!  And a flaming tree! 

1374.

Were they blushing because of their name?

1373.

The heliconias were sexy pink.

1372.

and 5. two Very Large hives of Mysterious Flying Insects

1371.

4.  a pink towel hanging in front of a green shirt

1370.

3.  a branch balanced on a shoulder

1369.

2. two girls climbing over an Obstacle In the Path

1368.

The photos were singular memories of
1. the sound of water in an underground tunnel

1367.

As they walked, they took photos and hummed "Top of the World".

1367.

They took a walk along the railway tracks. 

Saturday, May 14, 2011

1366.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

1365.

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

1364.

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

1363.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

1362.

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands

1361.

e.e. cummings

1360.

Only erotic poems are worth the writing.

1359.

Elderly lady perched on the arm of a wheelchair, feeding her husband a
bun.

1358.

Snoopy got thrown across the living room for a kiss.

1357.

She was verbose and she hadn't even had any coffee.

1356.

Her father was cleaning the house with a sock attached to the end of a bamboo stick.

1355.

Remy slept between her and Botak.

1354.

On her off days, she liked to sleep, have breakfast, read a story, and write.

1353.

Falling in love is unbecoming of a 34-year-old.

1352.

Linus was the perfect name for a small and somewhat cute lion.

1351.

Hero was his going-out name.

Friday, May 13, 2011

1350.

Where were her missing afterthoughts?

Thursday, May 12, 2011

1349.

They were happy.  They grew fat.

1348.

A tense lesson.

1347.

They were the ghosts of Christmas past, Christmas present and Christmas future.

1345.

She told her a never-ending story at a bus stop at Leng Kee Road.

1346.

Tell me a story.

Monday, May 09, 2011

1344.

Sometimes they were children, sometimes lovers.

Thursday, May 05, 2011

1343.

Fluffy got a new name.

1342.

Fluffy was Fluffy when he was alone, Snuggly when he was with Linus.

1341.

In between scripts, she indulged in a little daydreaming.

1340.

Note the rhythm of the lines,
structurally representing, 
wave upon wave,
of pleasure.

1339.

It's okay if you touch it.

1338.

It's okay if it tears.

1337.

It's okay you don't know.

Monday, May 02, 2011

1336.

She had a crush on the girl with the curl in her hair.

1335.

Napping was her superpower.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

1334.

Little tooth brush
Coy blue brush
Brush blush brush
Curl with a crush

1333.

His toothbrush asked her toothbrush why it had a curl on its head.

1332.

Her toothbrush had a crush on her.

1331.

It was possibly the most quirky, original and romantic thing anyone
had ever said to her.

1330.

She said, "If I had three hands, one would be holding yours all the
time."