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not quite optimism: 4-21-12
quiet and the day needs to rest bright sun and clouds crept low against my skin made it breathe in life and joy and fear that i kept down and pushed away change is the centrifuge keeping me from breaking into particles that separate are unbearable and small. i can trust this i think. no…
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Book Number Two: The Opening Bit
In case you missed it, I’m working on my second book, another collection of words. This is going to be the first piece in the collection; there’s a story behind it, but I’m not telling it here. If I decide to tell, I’ll put it in the book. This was originally written in early November,…
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Thinking Before Breakfast
I dislike the fact that loving one particular person, out of the millions you encounter, can change the way you look at almost everything else in the world. Not that I want to change that, not that I want to undo any of the things that have been done so far, not that I would…
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Predictability
I tell him sometimes-you’re so predictable, and to someone who lives inside this armour of ambiguity, thrives on spontaneity, can’t wrap his head around making plans without plenty of time to plan to plan to make them, it might sound like an insult, but it’s not. There are a million things he does that aren’t…
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Music and Words
I took this photo the other night, while beloved was draped across the bed, flat on his back, practicing. It was a quiet night, one of those where going out would screw everything up, and there wasn’t much to say besides the usual few words we exchange without thinking, almost out of habit, but not…
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Untitled Insomniac Meandering
we are here and it could be that life has slowed or even stopped for a minute or seven or a million; you know how we are about time. last night we laughed, arguing about whether or not it was possible to lose a measure of time circled thoughts like children on tricycles in half-safe…
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March 4, 2012: Silence
Today is March 4, 2012. You probably already know that, based on the little numbers on the bottom right of your screen, but I had to say it anyway. Today, two friends are celebrating their birthdays, and it’s snowing outside. It’s March 4, and it shouldn’t be snowing. The beautiful weather we had last week…
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I’d Depend on the Universe if I Was a Planet-Maybe
This is one of those nights when I think, I don’t deserve this. The kids were on their best behavior all week, not that we usually have any major problems out of them. Work is coming in, not enough, not yet, but it’s finding its way from unexpected places. I survived my first reading, made…
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Sugar Melted Love Rave
Loving someone completely and being loved back the same way is the most awesome and terrifying thing in the world-not awesome in the colloquial sense, but in the literal sense. No hyperbole in my use of terrifying, either. (This is rare, my lack of hyperbole.) Do you ever get used to this? Is getting used…
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valentine.
late night curled around my spine palm pressed flat against my ribs (i am not going anywhere) your skin is smooth elixir false moon street lamp peers in through shaded glass our bank account is screaming the water heater’s leaking deadlines snarling fierce and threatening and we are deaf moonlight bounces off titanium and we…
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April Fox 