we leak radiation. our cells are constantly regenerating. we tend to remain in one approximate location for a good amount of time. Perhaps hauntings are just non-baryonic memories of us, the residue of our subatomic matter that has congealed and collected in the quantum foam in a specific locale, ghosts of an event. perhaps [...]
Entries from December 2007
December 30, 2007
Found Excerpts: Untitled April ‘07
She says I’m pregnant. He falls backward and his hands scrabble for the doorknob. He turns to flee into the heavy night. Wait, she says. He pauses to pause and panic overtakes him. In a fervent daze, like a man drunk, he staggers down the street and clatters into an alley. Yesterday’s newspaper and rotten [...]
December 30, 2007
Found Excerpts: Apartment Ruminations March ‘07
Dredging through text files on my computer to find this excerpt, which is amazing because my brain has dumped the event that occurred but upon reading it, flashed with brilliant clarity into the antechamber of memory: eyesquinting through the slats of gray light through the slow swaying jog of disturbed vertical blinds out into the [...]
December 21, 2007
Neurological noise
A rainbow in a cloud of exhaust: a sinister sort of beauty frozen in a prism of poison.
Could I believe, in a trackless Time past, some plump bottom of the female persuasion settled onto a soft mound of sand to seat still… then leap and gyre amid the crestfallen sea meeting beach to leave behind [...]
December 11, 2007
Observations Over Coffee
The lifeblood thin of roads
Lacks in the congested
Weather. The asphalt gleams
Wetly, its rough unkissed
By the tread of morning’s
Motor rush and bustle
December 11, 2007
Rain, rain, rain in the cold
An ecstasy of ice
Overtakes the land
Firs droop, bent
With weighted conscience
Oaks shed limbs
Of heavy trespass
The grey shroud of clouds
Low on the frozen plain
December 8, 2007
The catnap
Struck in repose keen to preen
The greengold fade of baby’s blue blush
Luxuriant in a flush fur collar coat
From the throat she yawns pinkly, lazily
Mask.
December 7, 2007
Empty lots
A strange orange sodium vapor plight
O, how unearthliness sifts through the light
Where the human flesh is like doll’s hand
Grim bondage of dull gas in its glass gland
December 7, 2007
Plodding Taurus
Soft night upon lamp light
Colossus in the snow
Treads tenaciously home
On oaken Irish legs
Door shut gloams hearth glow