What with all my journals, notebooks, books, and dictionaries in a storage locker in Texas, it was with great delight that I stumbled onto an old, forgotten writing blog online. My voice speaks from distant years! With no editing:
A hard breeze comes off the lake, fooling my hair into imagining that it is not in a ponytail, until up is down and more is down than up. Tension plays with my back, tightening the muscles under the skin of my upper arm which has gone lavender and yellow. Bruising has brought a new spring to my body; new colors showing every day until presumably the floral riot will fade away.
I have crushed my water bottle between two rocks where it is anchoring my book bag to prevent me from knocking it off. I am still silent for the passers by, three boys in sports jerseys which hang low, exposing their beautiful brown young shoulders and backs. They are not talking, just walking, and we are all silent as they pass me by. It is then that I am sure that I am leaving.
or
i say those stars are beautiful and i mean you are beautiful.
i say the trees! the trees! all i mean is you.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Effie's A Box of Sun
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
Copyright: Joseph Pintauro and Norman Laliberté, 1970 - Harper & Row Publishers
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Eccentric Collection
I met this fellow yesterday who looks like a member of the cramps and is a professional rollerblader. Companies pay to sponsor him even though he participates in no competitions. When I asked him if it was his full time job, he was bashful and told me that he'd love to be in a band, but it won't pay the bills. The mind reels! The universe is HUGE and crammed with things I've never imagined!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)