Thursday, July 26, 2012

I wish I didn't write in riddles

I read writing that is clear and bright and open, like water. It overwhelms me. I feel so connected to the person writing, wanting nothing more than to get to know them. It's like my soul reading their soul free from language. And then I remember how words come to me—the tangled way they leave my lips is the same way they crawl onto the page. I write vines. I write dead things. Things that even if alive are never perceived to be. I write seaweed. I want to write the sea. I want to write spiderwebs because they are patterned and ornate and beautiful without losing their clarity. They are translucent and the threads are light. I write cobwebs aged in attics. Bent by dust and fallen bodies, they have no structure. I write corpses without skeletons.  

Monday, July 23, 2012

i love everyone and noone, everything and nothing

Monday, July 2, 2012


a beautiful body
a beautiful mind
a beautiful face
beautiful hair
beautiful skin
beautiful art
beautiful ideas
beautiful execution
beautiful words
beautiful stories
beautiful relationships
beautiful soul
beautiful memories
beautiful form
beautiful rallys
beautiful winners
beautiful walk
beautiful style
beautiful taste
beautiful touch
beautiful photos
beautiful carriage
beautiful mannerisms
beautiful movement
beautiful smile
beautiful laugh
beautiful hurt
beautiful tribute
beautiful kindness
beautiful goals
beautiful thoughts
beautiful thoughts