Gavin Hignight Updates

limitations
a girl walks near
nervous
for the first time on her own
in the big world
the big big world

rich in freedom only
rich in potential
rich in charm

hard wood floors
migrant families live near
nights are filled with sirens
the nights are filled with 60 watt dreams

the lamp was her mothers
the room is hers
like her mother before her
on her own, independent

the building stinks of use
of years of tenants
of life
of other starting out, just like her

it’s not much
but it’s all hers
for the first time
she’ll do great things here

it’s her small place in the big big world

Lost Neighborhoods

Ghosts.

Faces of the children you knew when you were young.

Where are they now?

Nevermind, faces change anyway.

What about the backdrops?  About those spaces, the park equipment, trees, and the graffiti?

It is said nothing is permanant.

What about the dreams we had then, do we still have them now?

November 5th 2008.

Today everybody is thinking and speaking of hope, of change, of history, of a chance that there may be better times ahead.

I hope so too.

Last night people we’re literally dancing in the streets. I joined them. It’s not often I know I am watching history.

I’m hoping soon, instead of focusing on survival I can get back to focusing on being creative.

Updates? Info on Gavin Hignight? Info on Gavin’s Projects? Not this week, something more important.

We have to fix what is wrong with this country. We have to fix what went wrong with this country eight years ago.

Get out there on Tuesday the 4th, and Vote for Barack Obama and Joe Biden.

It’s time we all move forward, instead of being held back.

Thanks.