for all the nothings |
I was recently asked to recall a time during childhood when I felt ’moved and/or inspired’. "Moved, or inspired?""Yes.""No, which one? They’re different, they have different meanings...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 20:36:00 GMT |
ume cure |
everyone! it is ume season! plum blossoms are more delicate and fleeting than the much celebrated cherry (sakura), so i urge you to leave your rooms and find an ume tree to lie under, or, like me, you...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 13:30:00 GMT |
keep going |
The Internet has always seemed to me more of a sea than a web. A sea that i find, by turns, treacherous or generous, and my experience of it seems to be inextricable from experience - in other words, ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 13:37:00 GMT |
conversations about brevity (an excerpt) |
i was wondering how you carry your sadness around with you. is it enclosed in your heart or stomach? or do you wear it like a shroud? you say it is heavy, but heavy how? mine is like a shroud for what...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 08:57:00 GMT |
the season of 2-d |
this is what my friends have wished me for the season of my birthday which starts next monday. i don't understand how the months relate to the dates exactly, but it's best not to questions wishes.Janu...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 22:35:00 GMT |
see-saw |
i would hear her sawing in the nightthe roots, she told to me, entwine in love, nothing can be done{saw, saw, saw}even if you cut it off at the source it bears sprouts year after year no, it does not ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 19:17:00 GMT |
strolling |
funny how the dark hours lift suddenly, inexplicably. after weeks of discontent, my soft heart grating against the cool metallics of the mind, i find my self content with so little. the affections of ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:38:00 GMT |
puzzlement |
awakening astonishment daily, "who's life am i living exactly?" duties, responsibilities, attending to details, details, details. i don't take it personally anymore, this life, i mean, this living, a ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 21:34:00 GMT |
my ghost |
I have abandoned my self of late, so if you see my ghost, wandering in the past or the future, lurking outside of your door, begging for scraps of love, just send her on home to me, tell her it's gett...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 22:06:00 GMT |
the banjo exorcist |
he took the banjo in his hands, lifted it to his eye, lengthwise, and told me it was a good banjo. i told him that i knew nothing about her, that my mother had given her to me as a present, and she ha...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 19:03:00 GMT |
