August 2010
1 post
Damn
June 2010
1 post
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May 2010
1 post
April 2010
2 posts
I'm unfollowing everyone
Well, except me.
There are no reasons to do this or to do that, none that matter.
I didn’t mean to start this, but I’m pretty sure it’s my responsibility to bring it to a close. So, it might not matter, but there it is anyway, staring at you, asking you why you’re here, pointing out the times you said otherwise, questioning whether what you said is even poetry at...
Orange Juice for Breakfast
So, I don’t know. I have no idea what it means. Why ask me?
We do things, don’t we? We stumble along, we’re blind.
I am a 5 foot tall man, standing in a 6 foot deep rushing river.
So, don’t ask me why I do things. Don’t try to interpret through the rapids. I don’t do anything because of anything.
I am sorry right now for so many things. I don’t...
March 2010
4 posts
1 tag
Of a Visit to a Friend With Cancer
Although it was all we spoke of; Neither spoke of it, Really. Cursory catalog of Appropriate questions And answers. All other topics Laced with ridiculous Insignificance; Events, stories, Eating habits. How weary she looks; Of all the talking of it, I suppose. And how much it feels Compunctious and Artificial. Dutiful parading Piously Past the stricken. I began to wonder How many came before With...
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Such Great Heights
“But everything looks perfect
From far away…”
But there is Dogo Na Hawa.
And there, there up close.
Things seem not so bright.
“They will see us waving from
such great heights.
Come down now,
They will say.”
But no
For I prefer the view from my comfortable place up here.
For when I am close enough to look you in the eye
I am sure I will see what you...
February 2010
1 post
Into wind
As is probably typical - who even knows anymore - I come here seeking something.
“There are some things I used to be. Won’t you find the will to just remind me. Because you are so safe inside my memory. And the scar underneath my knee.”
Sounds like screaming.But it is so quiet in here.
She says “Good things come, when you stop standing around. Good things come, when you...
January 2010
3 posts
Letter to Pat R.
This from Minneapolis Star-Tribune via NPR : http://tinyurl.com/yan7em9
Dear Pat Robertson,
I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks people when they are down, so I’m all over that action.
But when you say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I may be evil...
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Wind
The wind blowing outside reminds me of emptiness. Makes me feel like a fragile piece of tissue paper, flittering with every tiny breeze. That wind sounds powerful enough to lift up the hole world and send it twirling out into space. But it need not work so hard. I am but thin and nearly weightless. I could be buffeted away into nothingness with so little as a breath of air pushed from the wings of...
Desert Flight
The desert makes you wanna do stuff, doesn’t it?
There are endless distances, that invite you to race across in a dune buggy, or a sailboard, or on wings you made yourself from found feathers and glue.
And suddenly, yes, you are flying. Feeling wind low off the sand, scrubby brush racing by like reflectors on the late night barren highway, when you raced decrepit muscle cars, held together...
December 2009
6 posts
Living on the edge
Have spent evening in a state of denial, distraction, drinking, and delusion. Here, on this side of the bottle, it seems unlikely that anyone here in this shithole bar will be the one to save me from this, from me, from anything. So, perhaps another night of livin the fucking la vida loca with this nameless nobody across from me will be worth tomorrow, and make forgetting yesterday possible. We...
Bring My Family Back - by Faithless
“Bring My Family Back” I’m on lonely street age nearly three Recently Mama’s crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her. Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her. Since we moved away from the house, where we used to play. They say I’ll understand on day but I doubt it, Mama never say...
Birdbrain
When it is this cold, people running for the L seem like frightened birds, flitting chaotically toward some imagined safety on the other end of the universe.
The wind moves them along as much as anything, and they seem lucky to be able to find their perches there on the railings and benches and ticket machines. As if they might just blow on to some random fencepost or streetlight or pathetic...
Oh gawd, the whole world is infected
Is there no where to escape???
Tumblr, I am ashamed by you.
Canticle of Believing
And so you struggle. You fight your way out of that cold bed into this cold room, this cold world. You prop yourself up on every crutch, you reach for every religion, every spell, every tiny bit of fantasy.
There are moments when they actually seem real enough to hold you up. When the feeling that enters your heart seems strong enough to fight off all those demons and horrible horrible creatures...
Living in a room connected to the sky
I dont mind the snow,it’s hard to sleep when it touches my face,but it reminds me that I’m real.
The grey is harder.When it casts its pall across this room,I often feel the color of ash and have to check the mirror.
I do not begrudge the cold and the frost that forms around the gaps next to the windows. I do not wish for quiet when the trains rolling by shake the dust from the...
November 2009
17 posts
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Orchard
Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
—- Rumi (of course)
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This is what it feels like. To Be Broken
On the street there are always cars going nowhere.
Abandoned, decrepit reminders that things come to an end.
That today is not tomorrow and we have no idea.
When you walk from here to the train.
And pass weeded patches of emptiness -
Dreams of someone.
And locked doors and plywood windows -
Dreams of many.
You get a sense that no one knows.
When I left you
You had already...
Architecture
Under this roadbed. Under this elevated train. Under this bridge, this abandoned bridge, this empty place. Here I am, here I am. I am also under it all. I am trapped here, like all these broken chunks of concrete and twisted iron.
Who will come and restore me and these edifices of ruin? I am as deserted as these buildings, as these structures that they all drive by without noticing, without...
Blood
Did I hurt you?
-Yes, of course.
- Why?
Because there’s blood.
- Oh, really? Oh yes, here on the bedspread.
God, I’m sorry.
- Don’t be apologizing to God.
Since I tore you asunder
It seems impossible to love you again.
And you to me.
I know you never meant to hold it against me.
But there it is.
And when I see the stain on the bedspread
Who else should I apologize...
Secret Tumblr post of my own
I wonder sometimes of the impact we have.
I know someone. Not so much in the way you know someone, but in the way that you meet someone one day, by accident. You touch their arm as you are chatting about something as simple as the universe at a party your friend arranged for a bunch of people you don’t know, and probably never will. You spend brief moments with them, chatting over...
Moments
I just want to remember moments in my life as glorious.
I want to be able to point to seconds out of my miniscule presence on this planet and say, “Yes. There. That moment. I was there. I did that. That was me.”
spidergoodlegs:
My first list are the Glengarry leads. And to you they’re gold. And you don’t get them. Why? Because they’re for closers.
Put that fucking coffee down. Coffee is for Closers.
Ode
I’m sitting here this giant morning
Listening to the amazing songs of Carl Sagan
And imagining the world is better than it seems.
I am sitting here
I am imagining
I am seeing things
I am living.
I am sitting here.
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Roads
You know, there is crazy, and then there is another place somewhere on the road to crazy. It’s probably often some kind of waypoint for travelers heading definitely in that direction. People with a PURPOSE, you know? “I gotta get me to Crazy. TONIGHT, hon, you get it? So, either get outta my way, or I’ll take you along.”
But there are also others. Folks who aren’t...
trixieboots:
The Night I Quit My Job I Was...
A Pity.We were such a good invention.
They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I’m concerned They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us Each from the other. As far as I’m concerned They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good And loving invention. An aeroplane made from a man and wife. Wings and everything. We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.
-...
Don't tell anyone,
but I’m sneaky.
October 2009
12 posts
The non-profit that my sister started while in...
sarkastickunt:
tams77:
danij12:
Midwife Training Program
The Women’s Clinic is up and running again…YEAH! We have teamed up with Women for Women International and will now be raising money to support classes that train Afghan women to become midwives. These classes will not only benefit the city populations but also the rural areas that need the most help. The cost of funding this program...
I wonder if I have to see it to believe. If colors and and reflections and floating and leaving, and loving, and soaring… If one thing leads to anotherOr happenstance is more like happenstance
Oh god how I wish I could be there now.
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That is crazy
You look at that and you think: That is crazy.
I look, and I think, that is so amazingly crazy that it changes the way my mind is working today and I am so thrilled and excited and unbelievably happy that I suddenly can not even get out of this chair.
And that’s good, because my brain - you remember, the crazy one - thinks this chair is still the greatest place for me.
One day, I hope...
Sunday morning sooth
@reply
You know, really, ‘Fuck You’ comes to mind.
It is not as if there is not already enough of this.
It is not as if it is already too much.
It is almost like a challenge, a dare, to spit it all back out; to turn, laughing, and walk away in carefully crafted indignant self-rightousness.
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Magic
Believe.
Outside of the windows of this place there are things that I would have never believed to be true. Flying, twisting, soaring things that make me wonder if I am up or I am down. Today I saw a curving line of birds so perfectly aligned and perfectly connected that it seemed like an artist’s hand must have crafted the arc of their flight.
There are other times - usually late at...
I found out that I have only one thing.
I found my webcam.
sarkastickunt:
Oooohhh…you’re all in trouble now.
Please please please PLEASE do.
Thorough Cleansing
Late day scrubbing. Trying to clean the inner asshole out of me.
Not much success, I fear.
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Poems for Head Relief
Wake up head
Can’t keep pretending you are dead
Can’t keep just waiting for artificial salvation.
Do you think it matters
If they are pink or blue or shattered
Simple false invitations.
Get out! Get out! Move on.
This is not your place, not your waste.
Escape, escape, run to freedom.
This is not your destiny, your cause to be.
Leave them behind
(if you have to) Running...
I lost my shoes
I don’t think there was ever supposed to be a time when I knew. Whatever Fates might control the scheme of things, and dole out their twisted sense of justice to folks like me and everyone else like me, it is pretty clear that my understanding of any of it was pretty piss pour to begin with, and deteriorated from there.
So, it would seem like it shouldn’t surprise me that I never...
September 2009
9 posts
Distance
The space and time from here to there seems chasmic. The effort of taking myself from here to where I am going seems like the work of struggling through a nightmare where you are trapped in the grips of unseen winds and all that you want to do is held there outside your reach by invisible hands.
My awakening has become as my sleep.
