Supposed Symmetry

October 22, 2011 § Leave a comment

Fired me hot, burned out the lies

All I see is doubt in their eyes

When I cool down

Blankets surround

Failed for all that you tried

 Can my true colours hide?

Burned the bridge, where’s that coal on your lip

all too quick to get your hand on my hip.


A Story: 1.)

October 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

The room was dark and full of shelves lined with jars and boxes. In between these jars and boxes were books and other miscellany. There were also several desks in this room. The wood was all stained dark and the octagonal windows had heavy curtains. The one uncovered window was a bay seat and the curtains were drawn back given it was night. One could open the northern octagonal window, and given the proper size person, that one could even go through the window to an otherwise inaccessible balcony hidden from view by the large amount of foliage surrounding it.

Do you see this room in your mind, can it take you there? This comes in somewhere near the middle. This is not the time for linear thinking. 

Mariana’s Trench

October 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

This is one of those nights, if the road never ended I’d never stop driving until I hit the ocean. Even then, who says I’d have to stop?

Breathing in the salty ocean takes away my tears and turns me into a mermaid. That doesn’t help much, because I can’t cry and it only hurts worse.

You took my hand  and I took it back.  








These Are My Paddle Boats

September 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

Ants swarmed around the dropped Cheetos and Skittles while flies hovered over an unattended can of grape pop. Bits of dust and grass clung to the hem of her skirt. She had a message she hadn’t listened to on her phone and she imagined the conversation she might have with the caller. She wouldn’t actually call back, not yet anyways.

Words to Write

September 2, 2011 § Leave a comment

The sprinkler out front exploded, shooting up past the second storey window across the street. Underneath the glowing orange crescent two figures she longed to join move in graceful flowing movements on the asphalt under bright parking lot lights. Her first impression was that they were going to wrestle given the squatting positions they had assumed. That wasn’t right. The African was showing the Caucasian the movements. The sprinkler was too much to resist. She’s still not dry.

Words Beyond Feeling

August 28, 2011 § 3 Comments

I’ve been reading Madeleine L’Engle recently, which is nothing new. I find her books fascinating and very thought provoking. She wrote with such detail and insight into human emotions. I saw that she has an autobiography and I cannot wait to get my hands on it. About two years ago was the first time I read House Like a Lotus and she was the first author or anyone remotely a celebrity that I had ever had any desire to contact. I was taken aback and saddened to find out she had died. I have much, much more to write of on this inspiring woman, but until then, peace.

In Worlds Smaller Than Your Heart.

August 14, 2011 § 1 Comment

“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.” ~Anne Lamott

[via- Goodmorning]

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