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“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.” / Ernest Hemingway / / "Have Ithaka always in your mind. / Your arrival there is what you are destined for. / But don't in the least hurry the journey. / Better it last for years, / so that when you reach the island you are old, / rich with all you have gained on the way, / not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth. / Ithaka gave you a splendid journey. / Without her you would not have set out. / She hasn't anything else to give you." / Constantine P. Cavafy
hooded eyes
framed sparsely
sagging chin
waggling jowls
you are old
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
In the midst of a
misty gray afternoon
stood a tall man
black hat
long coat
He was alone.
Hands cupped a spark of fire,
parted in a cloud
of smoke
a slow drag
exhalation
He looked familiar
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Eh, who needs em?
A thought, and then a whisper of a thought quickly brushed away
Maybe I do
Or at least a warm body
Cold empty beds
Reality
**** it, who needs em?
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
I want to be deliberate
with my eyes
mouth
feet
I want someone to see a solid
person when they see me
and not the uncertain
wavering figure
that I am.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
The next time you are sitting by a fire
or bundled up against the cold
drink ice water
or take off a layer
one shouldn't feel too comfortable in this world
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
Every now and then, usually around noon, I hear a small crunching sound in my couch.
Whenever this happens, I am always in the kitchen.
I live alone.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
You do not know it yet,
everything seems normal now.
You catch a glimpse of
a familiar dark figure in the distance.
A sense of something not quite right.
You shrug it off,
go about your life,
slightly on edge.
Then one day,
a normal day,
you will see him,
He is there,
watching,
you do not see him,
but, oh, does he see you.
You twist and turn,
you scream and cry,
you are desperate.
He laughs.
You are his toy,
you find what he wants you to find.
You see what he wants you to see.
Once he is done with you,
he will move on,
your mind will be shattered.
So, watch out.
Be prepared.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
The lone figure trudged
up the sloping hill,
rolling his shoulders as if
preparing for a punch.
His hair glistened with sweat and grease,
every feature sagged with grief and weariness
he wore a long dark coat,
no shoes.
The wet grass shivered around his feet,
and bowed in wide circles where he
stepped.
The man disappeared over the hill,
the crickets, previously startled into silence,
resumed their drone.
The grass straightened,
and the moon reappeared from behind the clouds.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
A little cabin,
on the side of a large mountain,
gray fog in the mornings,
brilliant sunsets in the evenings,
a clear gurgling stream,
a fruitful garden,
roaring fire,
red orange glow,
novels piled to the ceiling,
little trails,
fireflies's comforting glow,
scent of basil in the walls,
clear air,
morning birds,
dusk bull frogs,
blankets piled high.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
The only constants in this world are
the sun, the moon, and the sea
The sun always rises,
warms the chilled, damp air in
the early mornings,
Lightens the sky,
Rays burn skin
and dry the earth.
The sun follows the moon in an infinite chase through
the sky.
The moon is
the silent, forlorn sister.
She comes out timidly,
when you sleep.
She cools, soothes,
and is always, shining gently
through trees.
The moon urges the sea to push and pull
ebb and surge
The sea houses life,
it is a playground for all
at the bright blue surface
and a mystery deep down
in the dark.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC