Sex and then the walk home. Not the calm and then the storm. Chestnust, raindrops, fallen leaves Of raw emotion, logic’s the thief Of detailed analysis, feeling’s the muddler The rough sex a failure, at least a good cuddler The moon’s not quite full, but more than halfway there It shines a light on my […]Read more "The walk home"
Go West! That’s what they said. But on a globe, there’s a limit to what counts as the west. For if you go too far west, you’ll end up in the east. And apparently, that’s not good. The east is what is already known: the old, the archaic, the boring. What you must strive for […]Read more "Finding a coda"
I climbed a tree and I fell onto an apple on the ground. Then another apple fell on me. Then from my head it fell onto the ground. There was a difference in sound. My head was hard, soft was the ground. The ground that the apple eventually found. It split into two and suddenly […]Read more "No proper goodbye"
You say it can’t be done, I’m too high-strung. But have you ever looked at the rain just before it subsided and seen the sun reemerge from behind the grey clouds? How much more welcome that sun is than the one that burns your skin on a hot July afternoon. And yet, it’s the same […]Read more "Highlight reel"
It’s especially hard on days like these. It’s especially hard when you’re backed into a corner in a wide open space. When you’re sitting at a table with plenty of delicious food, but no matter how badly you want to, you can neither move your arms nor your head. When you try to avert your […]Read more "All of this is here to stay"
I am trapped inside a garden. The roses have withered and died, yet the thorns still prick me. I still bend the twigs into a whip and then they hit me. The thoughts. All the institutionalized patterns of guilt, humility and hubris. Weird cocktail? That may be, but it’s laced with so much sugar it […]Read more "(Over-)thinking is lethal"
Objects are closer than they appear. A rearview mirror is a funny thing. Blinding when the sunlight hits the glass just so. A shadow of what you have left behind and a warning of what is yet to come, also. The angle depends on your setting. Your setting depends on your general situation. As does […]Read more "Rearview"