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[7] A High of 65 Degrees and an 80% Chance of Peace

April 12, 2009


The beautiful thing about seasons is that we forget what the next one is like. With the breaking of winter comes a moment, even if only a moment, when everything feels right. There’s a full moon and the clouds are tiptoeing through the expanse. There is a fabric of fog clinging to the fields. The […]

[6] Drown from New Heartache

April 9, 2009


I thought I was mad at you for not getting things done, but really I just felt scared and that you weren’t there for me when I needed you. I thought my feelings for you were small and rooted in a companionship found over turkey pitas and little Greek coney islands. Even after the note […]

[5] Out the Window

April 9, 2009


I’m beginning to see that I am a mathematician of a line of mathematicians (of the heart). I have to have every piece of my emotions and thoughts all tied together with equal signs, all territory charted and my next moved plotted, or I cannot admit it exists. Every question has to be considered. Any […]

[4] Slaap Lekker, Sleep Well

April 5, 2009


Something inside me can’t sleep. Dreams are a constant mystery in my life. Everything from my grandfather coming to the house to talk to me, to my sister coming down with an awful nervous system disease, to caustically honest conversations with former lovers, to a storm of epic proportions, to coworkers showing up to see […]

[3] About a Painter

April 3, 2009


I was coming back to consciousness, waking from a deep and restful sleep. The room was quiet and cool to the touch. The three or four thin blankets I had wrapped around me were just enough to keep me warm. The light coming in through the wall of windows behind me matched the temperature of […]

[2] To Measure in Color

April 2, 2009


Because everything tonight is measured in pink and white. Pink and white, blue and white, or maybe purple. An occasionally green filling the room, drop by drop. The electronic beats shake the walls, shake my knees. “You’re all alone over here.” Yes sir, and that’s how I want it to be. I know you watched […]