December 2011
26 posts
I'm twenty now.
When I was younger,
I would love when teachers used chalk to make dotted lines on the blackboard,
I liked watching it smear into the surface,
I liked waiting for it to break,
and the particles that stayed on their hand,
like they had been digging inside a bag of white coal,
I liked daydreaming about that.
I liked waiting for those pieces to fall,
onto their black knitted sweater,
like...
If I have a daughter, no matter what I name her,...
Ecstasy
I can’t wait to move in with my crazy husband into our home by the sea. And do crazy things that no one dares to do. (1)
Like, pick berries off of trees, and taste them just to makes our lips red as we kiss.I hope one day we die of fruit poisoning. (2)
And, when we get tired of that life, I hope we move into a populated city, where we know not a single word. I dream of Japan. (3)
Chase...
Anonymous asked: write me a love letter?
I am a criminal, can't you see. Can you see?
I drafted a letter to my first love,
that starts and ends with,
Dear Brian,
I posted it in the mail today,
knowing that it will reach on Christmas,
and that is the same day that he will get it.
It is I that once again feels the pull of...
Unwitnessed answer to Question #1, a boundless...
It is not that I am afraid to demand your attention
I have never felt the need to force attention where it is not organically offered,
as a house warming gift.
This act would defeat my belief of purpose and reason.
Rather, selfishly, I give you attention
when I seek your essence as a pillar of reassurance
for whatever it is that you prove to my existence
in those moments of undiagnosed...
Interesting Questions to Explore at 6:34 pm.
1. Why are you afraid to demand my attention?
2. Are faith and trust synonymous?
Noteworthy responses:
a. ” I don’t think faith and trust are in the same world at all…in any sense”
b. ” Faith is an interesting word to use in friendship”
Disclaimer: No particular attention paid to the speaker, simply the concepts.
Set it on fire.
There’s not much left for me here at this point in my life,
I thought love may keep me,
But I’ve met no man that hears yet.
So I count the days,
until my feet are once again in dirt.
Lol, I made this tribute to Diana Nyad.
1)...
That girl Amy.
The truth was that Amy’s entire persona emitted the same aura as the lady in the dining hall that always smiled in your direction for a few seconds more than desirable. Her sense of style was the culmination of a bad dye job, hoop earrings that were reserved for Chonga divas with boyfriends named Ricardo, and her mother’s remnants of the 70’s. Not to mention the general discomfort that ensued...
Case of Study: Elaine, Black Girl On A Bike.
A thought that has been sustaining it’s breathe somewhere in the inner workings of my mind has been the projection and perception of self. Recently, I met a man who was able to weave through my words to the core of the situation, calling me a turtle, which holds relevance only to say that I had grown to shelter my essence. Unlike most, he was able to notice the moments in which my head had...
I guess I'll write about you one last time.
