Not technically. The equinox is not for another month or so. But school has started back up again, and the air is starting to feel a little crisp… Things are starting to move… rocks are starting to roll forward again (they stagnate in July and August)…
...read more hereWater pouring down the sidewalks… cleaning windows clear to see… washing gumdrops down side gutters… rusting chains and cleansing me…
...read more hereWhat do you do when something or someone, an earthquake, or Irene, or somebody else, blows through your life and destroys everything while destroying nothing at all? There is nothing to rebuild. Not here. Somewhere else, but not here. Nothing has gone awry… nothing that wasn’t awry before. The house that I don’t really want to live in is still standing.
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I walked back to the house, somehow confident that the deluge would not catch up with me on the way home. I was right; it didn’t. In fact, it still hasn’t. The temperature has gotten a little cooler and a little more breezy, but it’s still pleasant enough outside to stroll through. In fact, I kind of want to do that now. To go for a stroll.
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…Your face flickers
before my increasingly blurry vision.
I want you…
I’m awfully stupid, though, because I don’t take telling and I don’t follow my uncles’ good advice. Well… they don’t call me stupid. They tell me how smart I am because I managed to teach myself a programming language without the aid of a school. Then they tell me I should go back to school. Maybe I am indeed stupid, because that, to me, is a mixed message.
...read more here“Don’t talk like that,” he said, “Because you’re going to see me again. I’m going to come out to New York and we’re going to be married. You’ll definitely see me again.”
...read more hereThe sky is a blackboard above you… and should a shooting star go by… I’ll use that star to write “I love you” a thousand times across the sky…
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We sat together in the dark bar with our hands in each other’s hands. His face was aglow with appreciation as he watched the band and sang along with blues covers even I didn’t know the words to. His tie (he had dressed up for me) was undone and draped around his neck. Dear God, the boy was beautiful.
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I feel your warm lips
calming the chilly primal shivers
that stiffen my breasts…
