Archive for written
May
8
snapshot: a formal feeling comes
The streets were slick as I worked my way down the bumpy side walk of Christie Street. Late for me, but not for the neighborhood, it was still on the empty side for a Wednesday night. I caught myself wondering if maybe it was the weather or the money that was keeping people in. Most likely, a little of both.
Past the ragged end of Sarah D Roosevlet Park, turning at the entrance to the Manhattan Bridge and Christie ends and I round the corner along the side of the bridge on Forsyth St. The odors that come from this block are notorious. I pick my way through piles of half rotting produce and tied up bunches of boxes. During the day, the block is a bustling mash of fruit and vegetable vendors, shoe repair men, a grilled meat cart and a smash of people of all stripes coming to get 10 cucumbers for $1. No, you can not get less than 10.
Half way down the block, I notice that it doesn’t stink. In fact, the odor is remarkably pleasant. The smell is such an unexpected oddity that it takes me a moment to place it. It is the fresh, clean, bright smell of watermelon. There were several, must have been recently, smashed watermelons on the side walk. For a brief moment, I was transported to summer and green and waves of southern beaches. All that from just the smell of smashed watermelon on a New York City sidewalk.
Apr
19
the warm green of the walls
The sun is streaming in through the your window. Not that I would know if sun actually streams through your window, but its of no importance, I just feel the sun pouring over us. We are laying side by side on your bed. On top of the covers because the air is warm and steamy like it is in late July. We are talking to one and other.
You say to me, “I am glad that we waited. Its been so nice to enjoy the empty city streets with you. To walk uninhibited and laugh out loud.” I ask you what time the shuttle leaves. “We have a few hours yet.”
We settle in, holding hands. “I can’t believe we are on the last one. The last shuttle from Earth.”
You tell me that our time here is over. I tell you that i am so glad that we have these tickets. You squeeze my hand. We just wanted to spend as much time as we could, here, together, before it was over. Drinking up the last seconds of the torpid air and languid sunlight.
Apr
6
overheard 38th and 6th avenue
“In my dream, there was a sparkling blue pond. At the center of the pond was a lush island, as the canoe I was paddling got closer the island started to smell. I got off the boat and on to the beach. The smell was coming from a horrifying pile of bodies. I realized, they were all of my ex-girlfriends.” – polo wearing dude
“Did you have a cooler as a little kid?” – little lady friend
“What do you mean a cooler?” – dude
“You know, a cooler full of the skulls of your neighbors pets and other small animals.” – lady
“That’s sick” – dude
“No, that’s what sociopaths call a hobby.”
mostly true but embellished a bit by your hoarder of secrets.
Mar
26
words are the vast expanse between us
via Fun Forever
i had a dream that you did not belong in. in the dream, you presented me with a list of reasons why i should be in love with you. your charm, your wit, our shared obsessions. you read them off to me as i sat in a wooden chair and you stood in front of me. i was not moved. then in the dream, you wrapped your arms around my waste from behind me now, and again read me your list. this time whispered in my ear like so many soft secrets, warm and arousing but still i unlaced your fingers and let you go.
Mar
23
what i should be reading Monday
Despite my best hope, this is no a joke. But pure GENIUS!
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Amazon Description: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies features the original text of Jane Austen’s beloved novel with all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie action. As our story opens a mysterious plague has fallen upon the quiet English village of Meryton and the dead are returning to life! Feisty heroine Elizabeth Bennet is determined to wipe out the zombie menace but she’s soon distracted by the arrival of the haughty and arrogant Mr. Darcy. What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilized sparring between the two young lovers and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield as Elizabeth wages war against hordes of flesh-eating undead. Complete with 20 illustrations in the style of C. E. Brock (the original illustrator of Pride and Prejudice) this insanely funny expanded edition will introduce Jane Austen’s classic novel to new legions of fans.
Inspired by a gnawing spirit.
Mar
15
things i do differently now rather than then
i wear brighter colors
i eat and enjoy freely
i worry less
Mar
12
things i do differently now rather than then
i wear my ring on my right hand instead of my left
ronnie and i take up the entire bed
i get up before 11am on the weekends
i walk around with a freshness that i hadn’t felt before
Feb
24
improbable dream squence
We are on a plush train, cruising through the night. Pitch black nothing flows by. The train is so dimly light even our reflections are barely ghosts in the windows. The seats are plush and wide. We have plenty of leg room. This no commuter train.
The conductor comes by and punches our tickets, which say our destination is “Nowhere” and puts them under the tab at the back of our seats and leaves us alone. There is no one else in the train car with us. I am reading and you are watching the night go by.
After a time, you reach across and knock the book out of my hands to grasp my breast. Time seems to speed up. Almost suddenly, we are both naked, our clothes seemed to have just disappeared. You pull me on top of you and we are making love. It is exquisite. As we embrace, our skin begins to stick together.
You whisper in my ears, “Relax and let me in.”
I do. Your hands reach into to my skin, disappearing into my back.
We become frantic. Reaching climax, we begin to pull apart. The pain is as intense as the pleasure. Our eyes are locked and, I wake up in a sweat, feeling the same as in the dream.
Feb
20
uneasy companionship
while sick re-reading:
now that i am older and more well read, the book has much more resonance on many more levels than it did when i first grappled with mr. moore’s opus. prime example, while dr. gull is taking netley around london, he talks about the hemispheres of the brain having only been of lately connected more securely by a cable of neurons. that when we were a younger species and heard the voice of the gods, it was one side of the brain communicating with the other. outlined elegantly in this book:
