January 2012
6 posts
30.
silver flies
buzzing;
through the solidity of the ocean
blue;
dividing the waters
with a
white tail;
the sound echoing
for miles after;
disrupting the uniformity
of the incomprehensible.
29.
clarity dissolving;
graying;
clouding over the
hopeful horizon.
evershifting—
momentary blip.
28.
Plunging into the
Endless blue
Punctured with
Wisps of white
Tangling my ankles
Soothing my soul
Gleaming
Springtime within winter
27.
big grins
browned cheeks
mussed hair
with salt
and sand
laughter
is the essence of you
Distant Heartbeats: Travelling Book. →
booklover:
distantheartbeats:
I’ve decided to finally make good on my promise of a travelling book in the new year. These are The Rules, or rather, how it’s going to work.
I am picking two books I want sent round — The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa and Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson. I love them…
Definitely in :)
This will be fun! I’m in.
December 2011
3 posts
“But I do go in for books. I love to own books. Though I read few books twice, I...”
– Joe Bennett, Beside Lovers (via bookoasis)
October 2011
3 posts
Wait, There Was a Real Sherlock Holmes?
lettersandlight:
To get you ultra-ready and inspired for NaNoWriMo, literary expert Celia Blue Johnson—author of the new book Dancing with Mrs. Dalloway: Stories of Inspiration Behind Great Works of Literature—has a few behind-the-scenes anecdotes to share about those classic novels we know and love. What tale will you someday tell about the origin of your bestseller?
We’ve all experienced...
And the Publisher Said, “Faulkner, You Don’t Have...
lettersandlight:
To get you ultra-ready and inspired for NaNoWriMo, literary expert Celia Blue Johnson—author of the new book Dancing with Mrs. Dalloway: Stories of Inspiration Behind Great Works of Literature—has a few behind-the-scenes anecdotes to share about those classic novels we know and love. (Here’s Part 1.)
No, you didn’t misread the heading above. William Faulkner’s publisher...
September 2011
3 posts
Seed Words 4
alluvial thoughts trail down my spine
divide, conquer
pool into a lake
then turn around
my raptor
tearing at the flesh
releasing weightless molecules
Seed Words 3
Forget your concessions
I ascent from the gates
Lift beyond the stowage
of your terminal entreats
Leaving your weight behind
I will summit the heavens
squint at the brightness
as my brain recieves less oxygen
high
26.
dig deep, reach far
savor the fear
delight in the space,
the glow.
August 2011
15 posts
25.
Fire burns through the barriers. Leaving ashes in their wake.
Unfortunately, the barriers kept out the optimism, the idealism. Without such barriers we will be helpless to resist the whims of hope and goodness. It will surely be a bitter travesty with no known end.
One cannot say if the fire was man’s doing—arson. There are those few that believe such positivity will induce...
24.
Just breathe and
allow the breath
to take you.
To wrap you in
its airy folds and
curl between your
toes.
Let it fill your veins
and blow great puffs
of magic into
your mind.
just breathe.
23.
I crave the tangible
to hold my work in my
hands
and weigh its success
on the faces of those
it impacted.
I crave something
tangible
with higher stakes
and faster action
something filled to the
brim with urgent passion.
I desire embodiment
of the tangible
the courageous
and the critical.
I desire more than an
educated success.
22.
pale faces
altruistic hopes
pitying children
of browns and tans
endless paper
bureaucracy
success of
those developed
and educated
22.
green eyes
penetrate
fully
with black lashes
sensually
turning the other cheek
21.
I smile as her
electrified breath
rises from my
lungs to my lips
20.
Don’t touch anything
she said
You’ll muck it up
I don’t know how but you’re always filthy
I hide my hands
behind my back
ashamed at the
quality of which I
am generally most proud
You’ll never amount to anything with filth like that
What would people think?
19.
ink stained fingers
unknowingly
leave ink stained
prints
on the door
prints that break
my very soul
with every glance
18.
her ringlets bounce like tight springs
bobbing in the wind,
buoys
radiant fibers
brush the curve of her slender neck
she laughs
effortlessly
with abandon
holding a tiny
ginger cake
Seed Words 2
This game is safe for all ages
within reason
with supervision
with warning decals.
Probe the dangers as you play,
slide across the board.
Since when has learning
through mistakes
become the enemy?
For your seed words, click here.
Seed Words 1
There is a limit to my telemetry
On the electric water that drains though
a single iron valve.
How can I look beyond my orbit,
my signal
17.
let your imagination abound
pass through the looking glass
and drop down the rabbit hole
imagine a better world
of purple hesiphants
and rubber houses
bouncing towards the sky.
16.
The break in the storm,
lonely drops fall
intermittently
from the balcony
above.
Birds cry out,
using the pause
to rejoice.
Greens brighten,
come to life.
July 2011
2 posts
15.
bursting energy
flying colors
aching head
too full to
compute
the everlasting
grin.
Geeking out about starting my travel blog! →
June 2011
1 post
Pay more attention! →
April 2011
3 posts
“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us...”
– Ira Glass (via nefffy)
14.
Today,
I will be ready.
I will exceed expectations,
fulfill my checklist,
run farther than I have ever run before.
Today,
I will push myself
right over the edge
and then back.
Today,
I will succeed.
I will not stop
until I am finished.
Until I have reached
my goals.
Today,
can be one of those
days.
Today,
can be
great.
And it will.
13.
Wandering and waiting
Waiting and wandering
the vagabond’s life
endlessly
continuous time
infinite loop
dissatisfaction
repeat.
March 2011
18 posts
12.
The specter of history raises up from the dead. Carrying with it the others. The ashen, burned, and sick. We clamor away, running, fearing for our lives. We know the history. We know the tales. Yet today is different. But is it so very different?
Some of my reactions to and fear concerning the radiation levels currently in Japan. This may be exaggerated of course, but fear and imagination...
11.
It is without bounds that I know I am here. Softly. Lightly. The air moves around me letting me know I remain solid. The dust glitters. I remain. Ultimately confined in this state. Infinitely dissolved.
I float.
I float about the world with eyes closed and heart open.
I drift through time and space like a leaf in the breeze.
The natural forces do not constrain me,
I know no bounds.
It is within this miraculous sphere that I am free.
I am dispersed.
via The Places in Between
10.
Mechanical bulls.
Mechanical dogs.
Mechanical plants.
Mechanical bugs.
Mechanized world.
Where are we headed?
9.
Rectangular boxes stretching towards the sky immovable.
8.
Purple dinosaurs. Soaring overhead. Couched in between, My love and I, Dream wistfully Of joining them.
7.
to and fro here we go tumbling forward, backward and— stop. Blissful slumber embrace me longer.
1 tag
6.
Lolly Lolly
lappigo lolly
fried and green
with no one to see
the secrets, ergo
upon ourselves its own.
lolly lolly lappigo lolly
5.
Soft shadows casting light and dark allowing mystery to be born in the darkest of crevices providing reality to something less dimensional.
4.
Floating duck upon the stream dipping and diving the world is but a dream.
So, let me get this straight...Charlie Sheen can...
3.
Smiles a million
running across the floor
pique and frappe
hush little ballet
2.
pitter patter
drops-a-fall
fresh and clean
impurities washed
away.