Sunday, November 27, 2011


Heard this voice in a dark, crowded room and lost myself in a trance, or maybe I found some part of me. He plucked my resting hand from a swarm of limbs flown like kites through the darkness, they say to lure my body where my soul had been taken. Outrage ensued, though I am innocent.

Today, unchanged but not unmoved, I throw my child's fists into the air. Because his is music from the underworld, and that is a beautiful place to meet.

"Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth--but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

you were older than me then and you were perfect. i looked up to you. you took care of me. you kissed my face that erupted in child's giggles and i thought we were as close as any two humans had ever been.

its getting hard not to lose the truth that this room was not always so big and that the furniture occupied different spaces. but sometimes i'll remember and that's how i know that all those other times i forgot. im scared that time will make the way we are now overwrite the way things used to be.

remember how i would twine tape round my waist? yeah

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Rebel and the Coward

As soon as something becomes familiar I slip away, feet gathering speed and then my palms are clutching the grass etching prints in my knees and I am somewhere else.

Am I a rebel or a coward?

Using words when I ought to be using pictures and pictures where there should be words, I speed through the tracks my mind has cut in my head from years of running but end up nowhere.

Looking through high windows, I listen to the sound of passion and do nothing.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Dark and Beautiful and Transcendental

The most beautiful photos I've seen in a long, long time.

Creations and photos by Lusine. Click Read More to see more of her work, and visit her blog here.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

its november november i love you

so happy i could dance on the rooftop in my underwear under all the stars
fall. crisp and cool, rolls off your skin like the words used to describe it roll off the tongue. isn't this the best time? like today. did you see the way the sun got really close to the ground and then seeped across the grass like a criminal?  just like a criminal, but i saw it, caught it with my eyes. but more than that, i dispatched it to my memory, which recorded everything i need to lock it up in my mind for good