Archive for January, 2008

Invisible

Monday, January 28th, 2008

I’ve done it hundreds of times. I think maybe we all have. Sometimes I stop and give them change, a cigarette… most often I just walk by them. I always see them; or rather, I don’t see them at all. They are the ghosts, shadows, the ignored conscience of a city. Especially if there are [...]

Papercuts

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

I unfold your skin and taste your heart
And it’s a simple matter, really, to wash the script of your life.
I wish for a rain of blue and receive a telegram of fate
Portentous of purple birds and basic lies.
Clip the wings and fly without abandon and dive to the cube
Unnecessarily forgiving the Tooth Fairy her slight.
Make [...]

Low

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

Someone once said that perhaps it’s those who are depressed who really see life for what it is. Barring health problems, accidents, murders, what do we really have? Some sixty, seventy, eighty years on this earth. Birth, growing up, schooling… really it’s only a means to train ourselves to work like a dog until death. [...]

Innocence Lost

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

Around the corner from my apartment is a grade school. In the mornings and afternoons I see children tromping to and from class, all bundled up in knit scarves and mittens and beanies. Part of me wants to run up to each of them and say “Just you wait, it gets better” and part of [...]

Give Me the Strength—Anika Paris

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

From On Gardner Street
I’m driving to your house
My thoughts are turned up way too loud
There’s so much I wanna say
But I’m not feeling very proud
I wish this night were far behind me
I’m so scared to be alone
And I’m too tired to keep forgiving
Still it’s hard to let you go, to let you go
God give me [...]

Will I?—Lyrics from my favorite RENT song

Monday, January 14th, 2008

Will I Lose My Dignity
Will Someone Care
Will I Wake Tomorrow
From This Nightmare?

New Beginnings

Saturday, January 12th, 2008

We’ve all flipped the calendar and for the first time in my life I’ve always remembered to write “2008” on checks, instead of slipping up and writing the previous year’s date for at least a month. I think perhaps it might be because I was so ready for the previous year to be over that [...]

Pieces about my life and other thoughts, for better or for worse. Mostly for worse.