la abuela habla muerte |
someone's abuelita died. donning our blue rubber gloves, we unceremoniously lifted her tiny corpse which was folded up like a child in the fetal position waiting for comfort. but in the dream version ...
Posted by natalie.. on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 04:57:00 PST |
the perilous seas |
'you women...' he gasped for breath, 'are all evil, so fucking evil.'i smiled. like most, he is part right and part simple, being youngmy agewith cigarette smoke curling around his tangled thick hai...
Posted by natalie.. on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 09:10:00 PST |
one last sunset |
i finally left you standing in a parking lot, cryin a whole nile full of crocodile tears and baby you never looked more beautiful than when you were fading in my rearview mirror...
Posted by natalie.. on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 10:14:00 PST |
riverside portrait I |
he is thin as thread and grizzled as the flagstone sidewalk hes settin on. 35 and lucky to be alive, he preaches now to his brothers down by the river who are always sneaking slugs of colt forty five ...
Posted by natalie.. on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:53:00 PST |
wicked & the weary |
that star they say shines only for the wicked and the weary, well its bright tonight and im up on the tar paper roof, still sticky from the sun with my left hand wicked and my right foot weary, frett...
Posted by natalie.. on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 03:17:00 PST |
for judas |
the other day I met the Big man begind the biochem lab where I'll be doing research this summer. he smiles, gestures, welcomes me as a new acolyte; projects are discussed, chemical reactions go up on...
Posted by natalie.. on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 07:29:00 PST |
DEAR PROFESSOR, |
please understand why I didn't finish that chapter on refraction, why I didn't finish my pheromone synthesis proposal.. you see, those pheromone molecules are there on paper but i ...
Posted by natalie.. on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 09:29:00 PST |
my race is almost run |
this is the anniversary of the first time we were sitting exhausted on cement steps, watching the day go down on wrecked houses. the late afternoon was a baited breath between scrubbing our tools and ...
Posted by natalie.. on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 04:57:00 PST |
on patients |
i got the blood of a stranger on my pants. today i am an emt, in a few years maybe a dr; either way an endless array of dark color pants. to think my dreams spend all their damn walking days soaked in...
Posted by natalie.. on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 08:56:00 PST |
3 scenes from the week |
I.thursday) standing before the library in lrg circle--in the dark, in candles, this man's mother tongue moving his lamentfor his homeland to up where strange birds were circling, flying east, call...
Posted by natalie.. on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:40:00 PST |
