Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Cherry Blossom
A narrative.
This is the most hard-working, active, and dedicated person I know. Life has prevented her from doing the things she loves. This is a story of her struggles and hope.
This is the most hard-working, active, and dedicated person I know. Life has prevented her from doing the things she loves. This is a story of her struggles and hope.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Fall
In the time when the leaves were afire
Everything changed
Blankets hung from you, smothering
And you had only just discovered their existence
And still the streets drooled with beauty
But you cannot see it
Despite how your eyes lay upon their atoms
And in this moment you hang within space, viscous space
Among particles of no greater nor lesser value
Forward
Forward
You must move
But in this moment you swim on the spot
The red outline of a hand holds you
And you long for the white man
Inspiration ebbs through a single vein
Never before has blood been so dense
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A poem from a few months ago when air was dense.
Everything changed
Blankets hung from you, smothering
And you had only just discovered their existence
And still the streets drooled with beauty
But you cannot see it
Despite how your eyes lay upon their atoms
And in this moment you hang within space, viscous space
Among particles of no greater nor lesser value
Forward
Forward
You must move
But in this moment you swim on the spot
The red outline of a hand holds you
And you long for the white man
Inspiration ebbs through a single vein
Never before has blood been so dense
_______________________________________________
A poem from a few months ago when air was dense.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
You Carry It
Entangled,
I carry it in my heart and fall into you
Now feeling as
Before we knew that buttercups would make us yellow
And dandelions had glue inside them.
The tide rises once again, teasing.
I carry it in my heart and fall into you
Now feeling as
Before we knew that buttercups would make us yellow
And dandelions had glue inside them.
The tide rises once again, teasing.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Is water sexy?
Water is sexy. (I want to dip myself in it. I want to feel its liquid form slipping over my skin. I want to feel its liquidness washing me all over, washing all over me. I want to feel the fluid mass of it washing among the parts of me: my hairs, my fingers, my toes, my eyes, my ears. I want to be near it. I want to immerse myself in it. I want to feel it cooling the heat of me. I want to go deep into it; I want to go deeper still into it. I want to feel the weight of it lighten me, ease me, release me. I want it.)
Is water sexy?
I read this somewhere in the New York Museum of Modern Art a few years ago. I really wish I could give it credit.
Is water sexy?
I read this somewhere in the New York Museum of Modern Art a few years ago. I really wish I could give it credit.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Gagnon dans tous ses états
This woman knows what life is about.
Be sure to watch the second half.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Middle East
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