Parking Spot #31 Stories for stories sake. Pretty Pictures and Parking Spot #31. Orange sunsets, lots to tell and nothing at all. Crack in the wood with silence in the room. Long distance stares, no direction and time on the wall. Toast, tea and honey, messages in the wind. Acceptance without reason, Why? Who cares why, I just know. I owe you nothing and I owe me everything. Where are my people? Who are my people? Get help, there's been an accident! Canada, doughnut capital of the world. Tragedy everywhere. Round and round and round as if I am spiraling in to get out. Yes, I am crazy, am I less crazy now that I know this? This is not the end or the middle or the beginning. In my darkest moments there is stillness. And you are not here. Kate Hollett 1996		Bleed Fall seems to bleed into the darkness of winter Skin brown with age and bones gray naked My mother dies sending me into the cold Bleed, she bled for so long, bruising and discolouring Reaching for the light, grabbing hold of purpose rather than eternity Could it not be the water of Spring filled with birth, fat and sweet as honey Please feel your magnificent beauty, mommy Kate Hollett 14/10/99