Sunday, December 30, 2012

This happened

video
video
Maybe my pale jeans and pictures with their snow filters and the snowflake necklace were heard. 

Sunday, December 23, 2012

The Nutcracker

The small girl on stage, back arching in exquisite paths through the air. It is impossible to tell the sweat beads on her skin from beads glistening like perspiration on her gown. Blurring the line between breathless and animate, hands build a place where fabric dances in time with the dancer wearing it; where the stage is a dreamworld set before conscious eyes. This is magic.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Check


Mood

My feet are numb but this is what I asked for. The gradient of warmth stretches from my right pinky to my left knuckle; beyond my left knuckle is ice. Visualizing my hopes for winter break through images and remembering how much I love blending color and blurring texture in two dimensions. In the center I will wind words like you told me.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I think my problem is wanting to be both the writer and the muse.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

"Here, for a moment, we are joined." 
-Ron Silliman, "Albany"
I wish I pronounced it like po-em.

I saw the best minds


"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed"

Because young minds are the best minds, and if everyone thought with one they would have no doubt that magic and monsters exist.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

it is my hope

Chance poem, amalgam of this blog--elegy for ENGL88.

penned? Conditions 

children
doubt what I think 
that even if alive are never perceived. I want to
feel

most

but still i know this is happiness; 

but still i know this is happiness
and tell me i'm not right; there is pain in everything

even childhood bliss is not
I write corpses without skeletons.  

mind
a beautiful face


weekend
wind chimes.