September 2011
3 posts
Diminuendo
Dim the lights. Cue the music; soft and adagio. Pull the curtains. A young girl dances onto the stage, twirls her arms up over her head and glides through the air, she reaches the center of the stage, looks out and falls to the floor, arms sprawled out, as if the floor grew arms to catch her. The music never gets to grow or soar through the air; the violins screech to a halt and the echo of notes...
scary love
In soft shadows of lust, love blooms and then its peddles wither and fall to the vagrant earth, turn to dust and blow away.
Running from the Empty Sky
Drip drip. Where the ceiling leaks. Drip drip.
And here I am, sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor of the highest room in this very old house; my mind.
Racing thoughts, my wild imaginations run full speed; full circle.
Everything I seek; forbidden everything I have; destroyed nothing left to do but lie under the sky that doesn’t answer me and feel small and alone.
February 2011
2 posts
Ode to an Oak
I saw the day break yonder, and I saught for shade or maybe shadow cast under an Oak somewhere, to hear life break through the beaks of pretty birds nearby. I gave way and proceeded to drift, dreaming fervently, far and long, distant and wide; through the cedars, the forest greens, to the snow-capped mountains, and along the floorboards of the home of my long lost love.
Juana Molina
October 2010
1 post
Listen
September 2010
4 posts
Listen
Listen
Yellow Tree Bird
Yellow tree bird, perched and parched do you hear the breath of wind; the arm of a lover?
Oh! My yellow tree bird, what do you see from way up there? Past all the heads and simple penny hands reaching up for the arm of a lover…
April 2010
1 post
Clenched Soul
We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the ...
March 2010
15 posts
Shadows of Cinderella
In the gentle moonlight, she dances along the walls and through my memories. She spins around like a lady in a music box, humming merrily, so beautiful and lovely. I lay awake in bed, watching as she glides through the open spaces and into eternity, and I think of how happy she must be. Will I ever be as happy as her? Is she my after, and I, her before? What is it that lies ahead for me at the end...
Next, Please
Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till then we say, Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear Sparkling armada of promises draw near. How slow they are! And how much time they waste, Refusing to make haste! Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks Each big approach,...
Heart(beat).
He’s lighting up a cigarette in the parking lot after work. He’s leaning up against his car and looking down at his shoes, worn and tired of walking around this town. His girl is waiting for him at home, but he doesn’t want to return to her tonight. He’s thinking. He’s thinking about Jack Kerouac.
Sleepy Head (4:35am):
Parking Lots. Searching. Playgrounds. Empty movie theatres. Hospital beds.
“Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate.”
(The final words on the Gates of Hell, Dante’s Inferno”
“Abandon any hope, you who enter.”
Goggles. Balcony rails, Ex-lovers. Dispensers. Chimney smoke. Lunch boxes. Temptations. No.2 pencils (fully sharpened).
Try a Little Tenderness - Otis Redding them young...
Hidden reminders
I heard a song today on the radio. I normally would not have liked this song. It wasn’t a good song, but it reminded me of something you would listen to, so I turned it up. I listened to it and thought of you and how you’d be singing along, knowing every word if you were sitting next to me. I’d be in the passenger seat, shaking my head in pretend disgust. I never liked your taste...
Stupid Girl -Neil Young Start living again, forget...
Lost Cause - Beck
Passing through...
When 3 in the morning rolls around, I don’t want to get up. I wish I could be someone who pushes themselves.
It’s 5 now, my eyelids are heavy and my head is wasting in desires of sleep and laziness. Too bad I can’t be better.
I want a job at an office of some sort. I never thought I would. I want to be safe behind my desk, with the freedom to hold a mug of hot coffee. I want to...
One for my baby (and one more for the road) -...
Permanent ink.
Back in grade school, my teachers, math especially, used to tell me not to write in pen. That sometimes it takes multiple tries in order to solve a problem, and with a pencil, you could just keep erasing until it was right. That way, you wouldn’t need to show people all of the attempts you got wrong. Now I think about this all the time…
Spoken like a true...
I guess, I was safe with you. That’s what I didn’t realize. Before you, I wasn’t yet aware of who I was going to be or what I even wanted. I had ideas, yes, but they were puerile and plagued with adolescence. I was never sure about anything, especially you. Although I knew you were different, I never grasped it. I never thought to hold on and not let you go, because I never knew...
Somebody that I used to know - Elliott Smith
A Clear Midnight
This is thy hour O soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death and the stars.
-Walt Whitman
Nothing true is fleeting.
In a shocking moment of impulse, she picks up her phone. Glory be, he responds. Hearing anything from him is like a stabbing to the heart, but it feels better than the torturing silence that’s been going on for almost a month now.
I always plan what I’m going to say. Scenarios are played out inside my poor, fragile head. Reality, though, is always worlds apart. So, this time, I made...