Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Snippets

"How do I get myself un-sad today?"

"You might not be able to."

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"Can you hang in there?"

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"Mm-hmm."  

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"But when do we get to be dazzlingly happy?"


Saturday, December 28, 2013

Summertime Ice Cream

We sit side-by-side. Our bare feet dangle over the wall's edge.
Our legs gently swinging. Playfully. They touch.

The summer day is blazing.
We’re eating ice cream.
Droplets of sweet cream loop around the cone.


The sun shines. Bright and sticky.
We dart into the corner movie theater.
The cold air shocks our sun-kissed skin like little pin-pricks.

Its dark, but for the lights flickering on the screen.
We shiver. And we feel alive.
A dollop of strawberry slides off your ice cream cone.
I catch it on the tip of my finger.

And I look at you. I lift it up to you. Into your mouth. 
Your lips close around my finger.

My mind reels and skips.
I'm waiting. Waiting for the ice cream truck.
There are two quarters taped to above my ankle, under my left sock.
Waiting for my Sky Blue Italian Ice. With a flat wooden stick.

You're the popsicle; I lick you up in the heat.
Everything turns sweet raspberry colored - our tongues, our lips, our smiles.
You taste sky blue.

And your sweetness drips down and into my waiting mouth.
I reach for you. My arms are around you.
You lean your head towards me.

Your body is against mine.
We melt.
And we explode.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

On Writing - Words from Dreams


"She captured words in a dream, like delicately catching hold of a butterfly's wings as it flutters around . . . Most great poetry is like that." 

-- Haruki Murakami


Sunday, December 15, 2013

On Writing - Thoreau

"Write while the heat is in you."
                                                  -- Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Late for the Autumn - A Caramel Apple Haiku



Slowly opened it up.

Dove, eyes closed, meeting sweet crunch.  

Sticky on the mouth

Monday, December 9, 2013

Nighttime Reverse Freeze-out

Time shivers to stop, the moment preserved, cocooned, gift-wrapped in white.

As the plink-a-plink of freezing rain bats against the glass, the steady rhythm licks at him and wraps itself around the moment. 

Beads of water trickle, crawling upwards across the windows.

Hidden stars reveal themselves, white toy helicopters spinning downward one-by-one.

And the snow comes.  

It flutters across the moon.

Nighttime Freeze-Out

The snow comes. Fluttering across the moon.

Hidden stars reveal themselves, white toy helicopters spinning downward one-by-one.


Beads of water trickle, crawling upwards across the windows.

The plink-a-plink of freezing rain bats against the glass.

And the steadying rhythm licks at him and wraps itself around the moment.

Then time shivers to stop, the moment preserved, cocooned, gift-wrapped in white.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Into My Eyes


"They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how



When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide"

-- Imagine Dragons, Demons


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Most Beautiful

"I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile."

-- REM, At My Most Beautiful


Monday, November 25, 2013

On Writing...


We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
Anaïs Nin


Saturday, November 23, 2013

Mind to Body


The wave rises up and breaks over him.

Pulses spread through his body.
He shivers and convulses with a start. 
His entire body tightens.
Fingers involuntarily clench inward.
Nails etch tiny lines into his palms.

And then.  It passes.

And then.  He can put it back away. 

Tucked beneath.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Are you Happy Now?!

His happiness was the heavy kind,
bogged down
tugged at by a persistent sadness.



Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.”        

                                                                                  
                                                                                ― OshoEveryday Osho: 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now

Monday, November 18, 2013

Ever So Softly...

"Every time I see your face
you know I softly die."

-- Soup Dragons, Softly


Sunday, November 17, 2013

See No Evil

It's out there.
Right next to you. All up in you and wrapped around you.
Undetected. It crept over, entered, and unleashed. Like a perfect warrior.
It's Colorless. It's Odorless. And it is Silent.

But Evil has a taste.
A sour metallic twinge, on the back of your throat.
Swallow it whole. Take it in. 
If you want to find it.   

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Casting About


"Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
. . . And you let her go."

-- Passenger, Let Her Go