February 2012
12 posts
spoons
With your small legs tucked up tight against mine, the smooth skin of your back lapping like gentle waves against my lowest ribs in time with with your slow and easy breath, I of course think of spoons. The similarity in shape is an easy leap, but not the only one I make - I think of function, of purpose and of intent. Of this simple design but clever tool, the implement shaped for sustenance, for...
The truth is, I am so tired of waiting. I’ve been in this saddle so long now that the boundary between horse and man has swept so far beyond blurred; two beasts of burden joined at the spine though never quite meant to haul the same load. The girl, the woman, she, she tells me I’m wonderful. Fills my ears with the sounds I want so badly to hear, floats my heart on champagne tides of...
rime
Here on the footpath, amongst the dead and rotting leaves long ago abandoned by their ligneous parents, there are only soft-edged shadows and the gentle weight of black on black on blacker still. I keep my hands in my pockets to ward off the chill, my shoulders high to hide my ears, my back hunched as though I’m carrying a burden somehow heavier than all the winter worry - the awkward...
There are a lot of posts on my dash flavored with the Valentine’s syrup - be it sweet or bitter, there is certainly love in the air. I’m not going to tell anyone how to celebrate today - not going to even make comment about the happy couples or the lonely singles.
I’m alone today, and I’ll not lie, there have been a few lonely moments in these past weeks. But I’m grateful for who I am, and...
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aweigh again
I don’t know how in the world I ever let things become so heavy. I keep losing sight, somehow, of all the goodness that exists. It’s so easy to get caught up in this whirlwind we call modern living, to forget friends and family amidst all this pressure to become, to improve, to make a difference. It’s important to take the time to breathe and to appreciate what we are, who we...
abdicated
The worst part of being played for a fool is that this time, this second spin around this same damned barren planet, this repeated try at an infecund dream, was entirely my creation and thus my own cruel work. I want to be angry, but I can’t - just bleak and bored again, picking at the soft spot in this stupid heart which you probably never intended to really fill. I need to will learn from...
One day in the future, we will all be embarrassed to tell our children of the hateful ways we treated one another over such trivial differences.
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elephants, oceans, echoes
I don’t forget. I won’t ever forget. These are the rings of my tree, the marks made as I grew, the lines left as plain and permanent reminder of the wind and the weather this oaken heart of mine has seen and survived. I don’t always walk the line or broadcast how I hurt sometimes - but I’ll carry this and these and those with me for as long as it takes.
the here and now of it
It’s been an interesting weekend. Not a lot of sleep, nights that blend together, long conversations and endless hours of thought. I’ve been absent, saving my writing for myself and leaving these feelings to the ocean. There are changes coming, the sweeping sort of transformation that comes at the end of a season. Time is slowing down but this world keeps speeding up; I’m laying...
again and again
The day I finally understand this heart of mine and the way it’s supposed to work with yours, that’s the day I’ll finally sleep sound. But until then, it’s broken songs and burnt whiskey memory, questions that echo and dreams of how your skin might feel beneath my palms.
