There is a sort of calm and a silent regret
I want to do everything and nothing at all

Today before our GP paper Tiffany asked if I woke up really early to tie my hair in the french fishtail braid, and she was amazed when I told her no, I did it the night before and slept with it. It makes me wonder whether the little wonders of life can stretch to cover the inconsequential, the trivial and yet memorably hilarious...

Villanelle for D. ( Read more... )

A Man In His Life

A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war ( Read more... )

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
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Lit cigarettes can set entire forests ablaze - it's the small things that can really burn

It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses. (Virginia Woolf)


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We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope. -Martin Luther King, Jr

You hear nothing but the sound of the night. The remaining raindrops from the trees drip down slowly by the tips of the leaves, each making a crashing noise on the zinc roof as they fall, where they slide off and slip into the ground. The flicker of light from your neighbour's window, the sound of the fan whirring in your parents' room. You are not ( Read more... )

It occurred to me recently that most people don't have memories that work like mine, and that I am rather an anomaly. Flashbacks edge into my head throughout the day, bringing me happy, embarrassing, disquieting, even rather mundane memories. This is the reason why I sometimes smile at myself, seemingly for no good reason at all, or get unhinged ( Read more... )

Read this on fffidelity 's journal, it is too breathtaking not to repost, and like her, I highlighted the parts that I loved in bold. It is lengthy at first glance, but it is oh-so-worth-it.

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close
to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me
with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending
to sleep, while I’m ( Read more... )