-Pick the thorns from my hand as the blood drips, It reminds me of the day you told me it was over. You walked up to me holding in your hand The letter I wrote you the day before, it was crumpled up Into a ball that you held tightly, My words were frozen by your cold stare and the gentle breeze That blew across, that blew through me I looked into your eyes and was afraid of what you had in mind I was paralyzed like a child sitting in a dark room On my bed looking out at […]
-He taught her words, a whole language. Before that, she did not speak to his kind. Not if speaking means knowing more than one word. She’d stare at him intently as he annunciated every syllable. She’d smile at him sweetly, even before he annunciated syllables for her and she began to learn words. He thought they were communicating even before she learned his language. She thought she was learning his language to communicate with him. She learned quickly. He was a good teacher. They were both motivated by what they thought. They’d spend hours together, trying to communicate. Mostly in […]
-I’m travelling by horseback, there is little I can pack, but I want to take it all. I read once about some architects who have their clients divide their possessions into three piles: maybe, throw away and keep. The first two you throw away. I can’t get myself to do that. Even now, there are boxes in my room, closed and stuffed with the remnants of the manifestations of time past. Sometimes I rummage through them, finding little pices of paper with names and numbers. Sometimes I try calling but get a message informing me that the number is no […]
-Johnny sits, his chair directed toward the window. The rain falls outside, slowly gliding down, creating a sorrowing effect against the light as it pierces through the droplets, into the quiet diner. He stares vacantly as a few cars pass outside on the street and displace the puddle water gathering near the broken curb. His eyes droop down tired of life, like an old dog hound. He slouches over as he sits, succumbing to the force of gravity, unable to push it off with any energy of his own. He sits slouching, his eyes drooping, the door opens, the cold […]
-It is amazing how some people leave an indelible mark on your life. One that for the life of you you can’t ignore and can’t forget. Though it is washed over by new memories created, and an abundance of thought that wears the paths of cognition, the memory of them remains. Though they have ceased to exist in the space of time that you inhabit, though your reality cannot find them and it is as if they never were except for that memory that has not faded and stands still in the place it always has, though everything around may […]
-My mind stalls. There’s a lapse in time’s progression. It feels like slipping. Slipping away from this world, leaving to some liminal place between here and me. I come back and time has passed, but so slow I wonder if I ever left. How far could I have travelled in so short a time? But there are remnants. Tiny fractured pieces, like latent images scattered and waiting for the searchlight to turn them, emulsion side up. If only they were material. My memories consist of splintered hollographic images of times and places I might have once experienced, along with the […]
-We feel the energy of others and upon finding those whose energy draws to them, a sweet and vibrant flow, we look onto our own. We think to classify, to categorize and to define through our own judgement of the self. It is not for us to label the energy of the self, but simply to be its host.
-There are moments in which you come to a space which feels filled of regression and a voice in you yearns to say, “this is not me.” But the truth is, it is. It is as integral and authentic a part of you as the voice that moves to disown.
– When I was nine, there was darkness. A shadow that has in one way or another shrouded my life. I don’t remember the incident. I wasn’t awake to witness it. All I have are the stories that have helped me piece together the single event in my life that has affected all others and has brought about the circumstances in my life that have led me here, to this moment. Even as I sit here, it is certain that I may not have a story tell if not for the occurrence of this incident. My own memories of the […]
I wake. There’s a scent in today. In the breeze, it’s that scent that comes once a year. It’s that scent that carries in its raking across the land, the years of my childhood. It is there. It is reminiscence. I breathe it in and am instantly torn between a smile and a pain. I want to be there. There. Where this scent speaks of. Those years it resuscitates in my mind. I do not see images but I smell the possibility that was so fertile then. Those moments then, in which simply the knowing that youth was so much […]