May 2010
1 post
it's aight
but I’m still working on it. I’m hoping the worst thing about it is that it’s not very extensive, so I haven’t been able to develop a lot of categories. I have somewhat of an idea though.
April 2010
7 posts
And have you noticed I lose my focus And the...
rejection ain't no thang
The Dream Series
#…I don’t remember. 5? 6?
5-26-07
Somehow mediums don’t exist anymore, and just a strange, ridiculous contrast presents itself in the midst of all of the clove cigarettes, talk of the military past, and, oh, you’re on the right track…create your own little fairyland, make your own tale [personal fable], right in the hammock.
Somehow these just don’t make...
The Dream Series
#5
5-25-07
[My uncle is a bad, bad man. His son needs to tell him in order to change him….provoking this stifling environment…..creating his own suffering; his struggle?….his worth at stake<?>]
Somehow after some summer plans, poison ivy, and television, family broke through the ceiling and we begged for them to leave, just like in reality when they show up at our...
The Dream Series
At this point in the Dream series, the series no longer became about dreams but about experiences, and how they could potentially affect what I do see when I sleep. Mostly they are wholly factual, though I’m sure certain parts are exaggerated.
#4
5-24-07
[We multiple personalities, Juniper, friends with us; Cos, God become Cos, works with us in the universe in our awakening, in our...
The Dream Series
#3
5-23-07
Grease slid across the table of the upscale fast-food restaurant, patterned by small hands of greater intelligence. We felt the air move inside and we knew we couldn’t leave this place, even if it meant giving up a strong, meaningless tradition. Yells and screams followed by tantrums and cries escaped their mouths, but barbecue sauce stuck to their hands the way super-glue...
The Coal Walk
All throughout winter this year, I was miserable. I hate the cold. I hate feeling cold. It’s an awful, painful, feeling. All winter I was begging for a rapid change in temperature. Well, I got my wish. It’s a blazing 90 degrees out. In April. And pollen is out and about as well flying into my vulnerable eyes and nose. I still prefer this to the sub-freezing temperatures I experienced...
March 2010
1 post
Okay, that's just annoying.
So, we are at the ticket counter and this airline worker asks for our IDs. So my parents fork over their IDs and when I move in to hand her mine she looks surprised and says “Oh! Okay!”.
Yeah, believe it or not I AM old enough to drive. In fact, I’m a legal adult. 20 years old. That’s TWO decades. I went to the 1996 Olympics! Now, let’s not jump to conclusions. I...
January 2010
1 post
“Lila: But there’s no way that I could know what you’ve experienced,...”
September 2009
2 posts
The Dream Series...in continuation
#2
5-22-07
The dresses had lace on them. I can’t remember why, but I wanted to rip them to shreds as they swirled, danced, and sparkled in the sunlight as it passed through the early morning and the window, or it floated underneath the moonlight. Somehow it all made sense, that the air smelled salty and felt warm, even though I was standing on a dark mountain top, feeling my nose redden...
The Dream Series
I am about to commence what shall henceforth be referred to as, the dream series. If you hate yourself enough to read this, you should understand, most importantly, that none of this happened. These are the mere playful mutterings of my crazily confused subconscious. It is also important to take note of the date. Many of these dreams occurred up to two years ago. Take these to more significantly...
August 2009
2 posts
An Extraction (continued)
3
Spreading out a blanket near the edge of the water, Sophia lay down and looked up at the sky. Something wasn’t right about it. It wasn’t blue, it was white and gray, but there were no distinct traces of clouds. It was eerie, but the thickness of the humidity was comforting, wrapping her in a blanket of moisture. She spotted a blue bird sitting up in a tree, pecking its beak outward, jumping from...
An Extraction
1
Wiping the sweat off her brow, she got out of bed. After splashing cold water over her pale face, pieces of her dream slowly came back to her. Trying to ignore it, she walked into the kitchen, groggy with sleep, rolling her eyes at the sight of an eviction notice slipped under her door. She had thirty days. Driving alongside the Missouri river in Pierre, the October air was cool. Her left hand...
July 2009
5 posts
Selene Romanov
A bright sun peaked over the mountains, washing the world with its beauty. Shining light on every dark corner, making some believe that a new day can mean anything is possible.
iLike
Sometimes I feel like I’m collapsing into myself. What’s the word for that? Imploding? Maybe not. But collapsing is not a violent enough word for me. I like how hot the sun is, and when you walk inside during the summer the A/C hits you but your skin is still warm and cozy. I like the smell of chlorine after a long summer day at the pool, and when I get home having to massage my neck to rub out...
Lenny Left the Toaster
As a tribute to Lilli, the poem written at DYWC 2006 by me, her, Sarah, and Betty Lou.
lenny left the mothafuckin’ toaster or slide, slide on she was not wearing shorts and was stupid again - society conditions couldn’t help thinking so. now - something was different as the mind associates understanding, silent as sometimes, no, you never do know. wind-guest, word-accessible,...
Chip and Lilli, Rest in Peace
I remember this day last year. Laura called me and told me the news. I didn’t want to talk to her. I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it. I didn’t exactly know how to process that information. How am I expected to reconcile something I am totally unprepared for? I read everyone’s dedication poems, paragraphs of memories of her, written in a language too beautiful to be...
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