February 2011
6 posts
1000 words and a picture
Writing exercise, for fun.
Each time I see it, I can feel that odd pressure behind my nose. The one you get before you cry but that never really means you’re going to cry. Because when you really do cry, the tears usually come so fast that there isn’t time to notice something silly like a pressure behind your nose.
It said:
I admit, I really miss how things used to be.
But I can also admit,...
define: Incendiary
Julie Andrews likes raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
I like those too but to be honest, I don’t regularly encounter roses and nor do I have a cat. So not exactly something I can relate to.
On that note, something I do love is waking up with a word on my tongue. You just open your eyes and realize you are awake and the only thing filling your head is this one word.
A few days...
Seven Tales of the Used Heart (Five)
V. Sitting at The Window, Talking to God
Nobody’s trees are outside in the cold.
Still wading through the snow
Quiet limbs
A frustrating muteness
A used silence
Perhaps it was a soul, drenched
Or the setting of the moon
Or even those threaded branches
Tonight will not slip away like a prayer
Lay the words on the track
Keep them bare
Sickly as they seem
Pale and scared
They are the seams of...
Take Me Back
Some nondescript piece about wanting the grass on the other side.
Take me back
To the days when we could play in the dirt
Or the sand or the concrete
When the mud pies we made were the order of the day
And the hours of the afternoon sprawled on before us
Take me back
To the hours when our imagination was queen
Of priorities
When everyone was a fool for a moment
And we hid in cardboard boxes to...
