December 2009
7 posts
ninety-two : the aurora
i open my atlas. my thumb traces a mountain range and i picture light leaks in the sky. the aurora. it’s so far away. somewhere with space and snow and silence. here it is loud and hot and crowded. the sky is low and heavy. i wonder how anyone can think straight with the sky bearing down on them like this.
absence
i’m sorry. i missed a day, and then another, and then time just snowballed. i will try to resume my daily posts…
ninety-one : a new take on gravity
here we are on a rock floating through space. the ground is soft beneath our feet. way beyond, under the soles of our shoes, the earths core is hot and churning. on the other side, someone else digs their heels into the dirt. you feel the connection. they are your polar opposite. they keep you grounded.
i might do something more with this concept. for now, am going to go to bed. my focus is yet to...
ninety : gummi bears (part one)
it’s funny how looking back, it’s possible to trace all you have become to one single defining moment. one thing that changed everything.
for a lot of people, it seems to be a particular piece of music. a holiday they took. a teacher they had in school. an accident, a near miss. they have an experience and something changes.
but for me, it wasn’t a song. it wasn’t a place...
eighty-nine : quiet
the chairs are empty. the room is dark, silent save for the clink of metal on china. the plate seems to empty itself. she pushes it back over the table and stares at her hands.
water fills the sink. steam rises. the cat slinks out from the loungeroom and winds itself around her ankles. the phone rings. she ignores it.
ughhhhh. i’m not getting anywhere with this tonight. so so tired....
eighty-eight : clocks
six clocks are ticking. each one is slightly out of time with the others, so that every second is divided six ways into tiny mind-splitting clicks. i try to drown them out. but the more i try, the more i hear them. one is more than just a click. it has a whirring gear sound underneath it. it seems louder than bombs.
sorry i haven’t been very consistent recently. stressed out by my dayjob.
November 2009
26 posts
eighty-seven : shed your love
The feeling drops, sliding from you like a winter coat. It is no longer soft and warm. It began that way, but with time it grew heavy and stifling. And now that it’s gone you shiver. You want it back, even the heaviness.
This is proof. Now you know for sure. There is no happy medium.