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I'm swinging on loneliness like a child,
through trees tied up with violin strings
where the tips of buildings feed the horizon
and I've closed my eyes, so as
not to see
your heart that I'm pulling
down
through trees tied up with violin strings
where the tips of buildings feed the horizon
and I've closed my eyes, so as
not to see
your heart that I'm pulling
down
Literature
Funeral
Funeral
A funeral was no place to have an epiphany. Epiphanies galvanise people into action and the only action you could get away with in a church pew was discreet fidgeting. Even that was considered unseemly when a heart-felt eulogy was being delivered by the deceased's mother, as Mary was finding out to her discomfort. The priest was beginning to shoot her dirty looks.
But really, as epiphanies went, it was a brilliant one. She couldn't believe she had taken this long to realise it. She was fat. Plain and simple. Mary was much too fat. It explained everything. Her husband had left her for a skinny bitch because she was fat, the universit
Literature
A Mountain
having spun
a mountain
on a record
deck, causing
earthquakes
when faultlines
strained to hear
the needle
reading trees,
streams, valleys
and crags,
it has grown
obvious
that Giza's
pyramids
could pass through
the eye
of a needle
but Atlas'
shoulders
could not
Literature
Rooibos Tea
Breathe deep the chai haze
Picasso's djinn,
a muse of eggshells and grandma's lace tablecloths,
cradles the tea kettle to her chest
and abandons Latin words and names
flotsam and jetsam dribbling
irrelevant among the little red tea leaves;
the driftwood of genus and species bumping
against the shores of the South African scrublands.
She hovers orange and indigo,
a quavering flame of dreams
and drained tea dregs
divination with a soft-spiced voice
at the bottom of the mug,
never quite gone
a flock of Van Gogh crows
frozen in their hayfields.
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totally inspired by Augustana's amazing music. I can't get enough of music, I think.
a short one this time.
hmm. what do you think of my titles?
a short one this time.
hmm. what do you think of my titles?
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oh, lol. I got the idea you were feeling lonely and playing something careless and depressing on the violin that brought everyone down b/c they knew you would be playing better if you were in a good mood. I have an imagination sometimes. anyhow, love the way you write!