88 mph |
I traveled back to the past last week. It was on Tuesday.But it was not really a spatial shifting, where I stepped through to the year 2000, but rather a part of that history came to haunt me. A figur...
Posted by kirby on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 08:33:00 PST |
far too long. |
I remember the snakebend of the road. I think of it so well that I often believe I can journey back home blindfolded. It seems easy, and the way there is one I have done a thousand times. So it seems ...
Posted by kirby on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 07:00:00 PST |
You could untie your end and let it go. |
Far too long has it been since I last blogged. And I'm not sure why, maybe because I find writer's block is more like writer's dam, and the words that I want to say don't make sense to me, most of the...
Posted by kirby on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:16:00 PST |
the event horizon of life |
i cant tell sometimes if im in a blackhole or not. and sometimes i wonder if i created the blackhole or not. maybe we all are on the verge. but it is there, looming, always on the edge of life and thi...
Posted by kirby on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 09:00:00 PST |
everything hurt and nothing was beautiful |
It's hard to admit that I do miss you. It's been years, and still some phantom pain resides. A missing arm in action, released from my body somewhere in South Alabama. Ever since, I have been searchin...
Posted by kirby on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 08:29:00 PST |
everything was beautiful and nothing hurt |
Clouds. I love watching them move, roll, change, go away, move on over to some other landscape. I love watching their shadows wave over a pasture of green open grass. I remember one of the first times...
Posted by kirby on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:54:00 PST |
The Places That We Have Come To Fear The Most |
This is going to be a different kind of blog, for once. I guess so, anyways. It's more for the prayin' type of person, people who believe in a higher power. If you don't then that's fine, too. Think a...
Posted by kirby on Wed, 21 May 2008 10:12:00 PST |
The Fortress in the Forest |
The places we go when we fear the most. We hide and retreat and scurry back home like squirrels in the rain. And deep inside those wooden caves, and holed up high in the air, is where a heart beats. A...
Posted by kirby on Fri, 02 May 2008 09:01:00 PST |
My Shadow has a Shadow |
And I think that shadow is me. I'm just a 3-D shadow of a 2-D world made of flat spaces and flat faces. I watched my shadow follow me three steps behind, and tried to figure out if ...
Posted by kirby on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 04:27:00 PST |
The World is Upside Down |
Driving some distances, I get lost in the whole point A to point B idea. I go into a daze, I think everyone does, I was driving the other day and I am not one to talk of "out of body experiences" but ...
Posted by kirby on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 06:39:00 PST |
