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September 24
I'm aware that this comes at a sensitive time for many of my Livejournal friends, so please, feel free to skip if need be.
( Three years ago today, my father passed. ) -
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Addendum: Quick research reveals that the length of time of an average first-time skydive should allow me to listen to all of Miss Alex White and the Red Orchestra's "Space and Time" at a volume normally reserved for shock therapy. -
Native soul
Does anything soothe in the manner of music, does anything mean as much as the chants which travel across this slipshod time and space to last with the length of memory? And will that music be there at your end of all time, a single song perfectly preserved; and whence will it come? Your childhood lullaby, your first kiss, the moment your heart ( Read more... ) -
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A double cheeseburger, dripping with sweat and the oils of American cheese, papyrus bun falling to ribbons in your hands. Fried potatoes hauled anchor-like from steel lobstertraps, a styrofoam cup pouring over with the dark liquid of childhood sugar-vows. Chocolate imported from the deep forests of Poland, brought by hand by a barely-known coworker ( Read more... ) -
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Picture the lake, placid among the willows; picture the sky lined with clouds. Both are fragile yet eternal, now disturbed and now becalmed, but everlasting by the reckoning of man's brief glimpses. Sit beneath their gentle care and bring your breath to mimic the rhythm that beats at the centre of all things, make of yourself a pilgrim on the ( Read more... ) -
Air
The cube walls seem to be stifling even the free movement of air today. Red-brown as dying wheat, rust-red as drying blood, bulwarks against any kind of meaning or blessings. The sun is at my back, full of promise, through a window I can't see even with the aid of a mirror. -
Toad
We found a toad in the yard last night, hiding among the still-verdant green of the day lilies. He was small, browner than he was green, a tiny mottled promise that life flourishes in the most unexpected places where you never think to look. -
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I honestly don't know what to do with this thing anymore. -
New! Shiny!
For the first time in ... I want to say five years, I have a new telephone ( Read more... )
