ceiling fan.

listless and dreamy, I lie
and stare up at my fan
spinning endless circles
against a popcorn ceiling sky
a perpetual motion machine

lulling me to daydreams
of your sweet, sweet smile
I close my eyes

so I can get lost
in yours for a while
each pupil; a universe
deep and star-filled
I drink in the memory
of your warm presence,
a lovely potpourri
of kisses and sneeches
oh! can I just say,
I missed you today?

more mush...

we exchanged
and embraced
each of our fears
summoning tears
no reason in midst
behold:
we irrational scientists

but that’s love, I suppose
and, oh, Darwin knows
no reason resides
in ardent romance;
what a blindfolded dance!

so I’ll stick to my plants
and you to your genes
and we’ll leave love
to centrifuge elsewhere
in those subjective machines
we call hearts

and perhaps
they, too, can be smart
but just in case
my dear clock face
I'll tell you anew:
I love you, I love you
I love: you






peace.
-lise. 

shaking & trembling.

maybe.

I searched the dictionary
and the thesaurus
on the internet
I thought I had the paper ones
in my room
or something, somewhere
I swear

I was searching for a word
any word
I wanted something tangible
to tell you how I felt
or at least more tangible
than constellations of pixels
on my computer screen
and the spaces in between

I just wanted a word
one word
(how silly; absurd!)
I just wanted one
perfect, luculent word
as a canvas for art;
as a sleeve for my heart

I wanted a word
And sure, I found plenty
I suppose they were okay
but none of them were that word
the word I was looking for
I couldn’t search anymore

Then I remembered your face,
your smile, your laugh
and I laughed, and I smiled
because I realized right then
maybe the word I was thinking of
maybe, maybe it was love

optimist.

Hello all! Sorry for my extended absence, but I have returned at last. Here's a buffet of words, pictures, and music to make it up to you!

"Antonio"


oh!
those chatoyant eyes
a perfect pair
of shining spools

a naïve magpie
I am entranced
by the luster
of their silken wisdom

what an instant
ensnarement,
spun and tangled
into those – oh!
those chatoyant eyes

peace.
-lise.

the secret life of birds.

birds fill the air
in a silent swoop
of ten thousand feathers

so fastidious, those birds…
they gather their prey
and their gossip,
dissolving the days
in circular flight

in the streets below
filled to the brim
with mice and with men
they choose the one-ways
rather than roundabouts

so peculiar, those mammals…
always racing forward
never facing forward
just looking up
at the birds above
wishing
for those wings




peace.
-lise.

"the true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing" - Asimov

 new puppies make you feel like a kid again.

found this little guy on my wall the other day.

he let me take a few soft light portraits before I let him outside.

almost ambidextrous...

random but totally necessary Isaac Brock picture