Archive for December, 2009
This time I’ve discovered that I really have no interest in the highs and lows of realistic living and honestly I’m not sure where my life is going at this particular juncture But what’s worrying me most is that I seem to have nothing to say and certainly nothing to write which could be perceived [ READ MORE ]
Outside the leaves were settling in all the colors of the sunset and I wrote novels about myself doing extraordinary things being a better man than the one I saw myself becoming My best friend, he smoked tobacco from a pipe and talked a lot about the best kind of life about “doing things without [ READ MORE ]
In November we remember the snow in a different color not black and white but some shade impossible to name just like all the colors hidden in your hair In our bedrooms we remember what it means to fight in a war how the bullets rained on our rooftops leaving holes that we could see [ READ MORE ]
We being miracles believed in ourselves and let religion come naturally For example, you were to me a book of poetry filled with prophecies of quiet boys who you visited in the night who were stricken with the realization that they’d lost you in memory and that has always been the tragedy of having no [ READ MORE ]
Lying here pretending I remember how to sleep I can’t help but imagine that sound you used to make in the moments when we’d kiss and how in the morning I mentioned it and maybe you thought I was making fun of you because the next night you kissed me silently and I wonder now [ READ MORE ]
New surface covers the route I used to take to my school and I drive at 90 miles an hour cutting footprints in the asphalt luckily the lines I’ve drawn are too dark to be followed New Jersey is written lightly in the blank spaces of my brain it’s the backdrop to my memories which [ READ MORE ]
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