039

Had I the fabric of the night, entwined with the constellation's stars, the black and the purple and the grey night, of crabs and dogs and belts of stars; I would lay that cloth on the grass: so as we could lay on it together; but now we do not…

038

It's been twenty days and in many ways I call that poetic justice. Because, though a poem will suffice, there are many more ways to conjure an audience who can ponder the wonders of life with me.   But all I can do right now is attempt to rhyme and…

037

I take too long to respond to most of my conversations mainly because I'm preoccupied with the constellations of freckles or hairs or stars that I can see from where I'm standing. And I put a nice cover on my keyboard only to take it off when I get bored…

036

Even when I told you I did not like the city, you did not believe me, because all the nitty-gritty of that city is what you like about it. You said that it's pretty, and that if I had any pity left in me I would go and see this…

035

I stare at your backpack, hoping for change. It's a strange feeling when that happens, when you know that someone will come back but they just haven't. Not yet. No, but they might. I suppose they have to if they're ever going to get work done. But do they even want to?…

034

There is a cliche that would be easy to say: Reading is an adventure. But it's so much more than a park tour or a fictional lecture. It's swimming, it's baseball, it's an old oak, 30 feet tall that no one intends to cut down. It's an orange feather, it's…

033

Below the universe, there is so much more to see.   But, alas, she lies on her back, her arms stretched, her dress a puddle of fabric. She’s trying to be someone she’s not: a persona too far-fetched.   She can not tell the constellations apart, but nonetheless gives stories…

032

You remind me of yourself at my age. [typed string0="You remind me of yourself at my age." string1="Two people, both alike in dignity, lead each by a different page."string2="An adventure gone wrong, a journey too long, because it was never meant to be." string3="A misread message, pictures of ship wreckage,…

031

I see life in book endings. from sand beach weddings to dragon defeats, where not even fire can heat an emotion so hot as to have a clue about what it means. But in all honestly, I don't believe in those book sales for new books. There are older ones,…

030

I don't want you per se. Because each and every day you come back and talk about her. No, no, I don't want you-- I want the idea of you, and all your compassion. I'd like to fashion someone else out of the likes of you. Take your honesty and bravery, leave…

029

If you could hold a color say aquamarine, how heavy would it be? And for how much could you buy a tangerine? Because someone with your power must own their own family tower, right? But then let's say you're color blind, and everything you knew you had to leave behind.…

028

I left you outside Paris, just outside of pari dise, just outside of the grasp on the clasp of the city of light. There was nowhere for you to go, and I did not expect you to leave, not outside France, not without a chance that you might come back…

027

I  change my name every time I go to Starbucks, the letters constantly shifting in my head, my mind twists and is in constant flux: my imagination is a nation of the undead. The green stalks from the brown below push themselves through coffee tops, reaching for something in the…

026

Because it's no soap, radio a playbill for a music show with top hat and a plaid bow on Broadway two years ago. There're two bears and a tiger, three ears and a liar, with no water in a forest fire, who were too young to retire. Snow in the Sahara desert, too-long short sleeve button…

025

But that's the whole point of the game: to lose yourself, to choose yourself, to put your own self up on the shelf; to get lost in the game, to get found in its fame, to pick yourself a whole new name; to re-do it all, to let it all…

024

It doesn't feel like Friday, my day: it feels more like lie day, cry day, can't stop, won't stop, but will try day; okay day, go outside and play day, find a church and pray day, "Be that as it may," day, pay day; planning day, too cold for fanning…

023

I hear static in my voice, in my mind. I hear static every day, all the time, I hear static, when I'm trying not to panic when I'm trying not to stress it but someone tends to press it and then I just hear static. Outside and inside, I hear…

022

It's a strange thing, isn't it, when the right things don't fit, when the things you don't understand become the things in highest demand. When you spend all day trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. Then it hits you. It's probably love, isn't it, that always…

021

If you're reading this, you've been in a coma for the past twenty years. We don't know what went wrong, but it's worse than all our fears. The doctor messed up somewhere along the line, and now your life is simply running out of time. So even though everything you…

020

Welcome to insomnia: the book with no genre, the play with no drama, the eye with no cornea. The land of dreams that's dead at the seems. It's strange to live inside, because in a way, to hide, is to be what you are inside. Left to your own devices,…