Devious Journal Entry
Watching IcarusIn one moment, we perched worn and crouched behind sketched guidelines lanes filled with other people on their way to dinner, church, and home.Watching Icarus
Our chat was light and effortless when we were struck by the unexpected, disjointed image of wingless flight. The light never changed its steady crimson.
I don't remember the moment we stopped talking or when we slung the doors open - we could not stay still. In the street, it became real. Heat and palpable shock took me back decades.
If I ran forward, I'd confront death again. I knew I'd tread thr
FramedWhile he was away, I brought crimson into our room. I splashed the walls and frame the window and bed with it to show how angry I should be, how passionateFramed
I want to be.
Somewhere in this morass, I lost that flaming spark my mother worried about when I was a child
chasing my imagination through forests and over asphalt.
When we moved into this house, I painted my barren walls
the color of moss and became slow and careful like ancient
stones. I carefully accounted for each penny and made sure
each bill was paid. The cabinets stayed filled with
Red and BlackChristmas 2005Red and Black
I tried to surf Alton Brown's eggnog at the first holiday gathering of the season with only ten shopping days left.
I hoped to effortlessly crest the softened peaks and conquer Mt. Everest beneath the mistletoe. Under the driving rush of too much bourbon, it felt far more like the failure of the fellowship as I realized that I will never learn to surf, especially in winter.
My failure takes me back to my mother. She is beautiful and three dimensional in my memory filled with laughter, stories, and holiday spirits (whiskey was the
"I find serenity"For MK"I find serenity"
I find serenity in the heartbeat of your pauses between one word and its companions the inhalation and exhalation of your smoke the flip of the next card
I ponder nirvana in the visible frost of outdoor conversations and wonder if you will find it--like I hope to--
in that thousandth repetition
During the silence it’s as though nothing in the world
Here are the litmas winners.
They tried to hide the list, but I found it.
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do your part. love your mother.
Friends of Earth [link]
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It could be a trap...
HI!
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do your part. love your mother.
Greenpeace [link]
gotcha.
Now I can read your poetry from as far away as Stanford with ease. You'd best keep writing.
~Meghan #2
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do your part. love your mother.
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