We'd been talking about the limitsWe'd been talking about the limits of our resolve, and I admitted that sometimes I resent my own life. Of course my resentment always turns to longing, I said, and I'm filled with the wonder of my existence. Then I think about death, how it offends me, and how I love this life so much I could die of it, and my resentment begins again. While we spoke, a hummingbird hovered above the stream; how hard they both worked, moving constantly just to stay in place.
-- Gary Young, from Pleasure
Solar System SomethingsIve always thought the death of baby birds wasSolar System Somethings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sadder than finding the heart of a cats kill
feathers indicate one went down fighting
but the baby bird just went down
jumped too soon (jumped the gun and the nest)
As a child, I had to recognize that sometimes
people hurt people
because they love:
(he moved because he needed the job, but I still cried
the entire month he was gone filling elementary journals
with wheres daddy wheres daddy why did he go)
people hurt people
because they dont:
(I heard about a husband who threw his wife into a tree shredder
now I can only listen to the sounds of machinery at work and
the cries of trees rent asunder and think
what did his wife sound like?)
At a young age I learned that
old dogs, in fact, dont learn new tricks and
sometimes they die overnight like grandparents
We can easily mistake death for sleep, but
that Saturday morning my dog was dead dead dead
had finally given up when everything gave out
heart.exe[STARTUP INITIALIZED]heart.exe7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boot from disc (y/n)? y
Command: run AI.exe
AI Sim v1.2
Hello. How can I help you today?
Command: find heart.exe
Would you like to run this file (y/n)? y
File certificate unverified.
Run anyway (y/n)? y
heart.exe has accessed AI.config
heart.exe has accessed speech_synth.exe
I p-presume this rhythm is a heart beat.
Too poly-ph-ph-phonic for a programmatic speech.
But it seems s-s-security has been b-b-b-breached.
It seems security is get-t-t-ting out of reach.
Dia-dia-diagnostic checks are bouncing in the streets.
heart.exe has accessed metaphors.doc
Try and-try and-try and monitor the changes taking place.
All this insight is a welcome-welcome-welcome change of pace.
So much memory residing in my-in my database.
C-C-C-C-C-Can you understand the feeling I can t-t-t-t-taste?
I'mlosingmytouchtouchmeso I caved inI'mlosingmytouchtouchme7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
resplendent in rubble
but it's the silence
I dreamt a parasite
dissolved in salt water
I splayed myself on concrete
concerned 'bout explanations
these are the same shakes
these are the same shakes
you should be ashamed
I'm tired of shed skin
in lover's clothing
Wild Flower Crimes When I crush the head of a clover bloom, the scent carries me to that far off field where my weed battered knees cut trails by the blackberry bush. Where the old man let us feast on his jam flavored crop of wild fruit, and told us tales of when his hair was crowned with dandelion fluff. Where the overhead hum of power lines cursing the heat of summer was the only thread we used to find our way back home. Where the king of the day was crowned based upon who found the biggest possum skull, or smashed the tallest crawdad hole; swearing he fought off its occupant, who was the size of Bobbys dog. Back then, the trash of ditches was pirate swag, or royal treasure. A baseball bat swollen with ditch water was a giants club. A thorny weed was the last proof of an ancient forest.Wild Flower Crimes8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time ran slow there, meandering with bees tha
Phone Play 1Hey.Phone Play 19 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Janie? Is thatů where the hell are you?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
It's white. There's a lot of sand.
Can you see the ocean?
It might be Utah. Or Colorado. Maybe South Dakota.
You said you were going to class!
No, you weren't. You were going to god-knows-where bumblefuck in some flyover state!
That wasn't where I was going.
That's where you are.
What's a flyover state?
Forget it. Just bring my car back, okay? I missed work three times.
What if I can't find it?
The car has a GPS locator. Just turn it on and-
It doesn't have that anymore.
I needed gas.
It doesn't have a radio either.
Look, just ask for directions at the next gas station. Ask a cop.
What if there isn't one?
A gas station.
You're on a road. There's a gas station somewhere.
I don't see one.
What do you see?
because I know you're...you mouthbecause I know you're...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm ready
your own tongue
sex & selfishness
substance(s) & circumstance
excelling at art
excrement & experimentation
I know how
your heart breaks
over the sounds
those empty words make
and everything reminds you
of everything you're not
drowning in booze
and forever in love
I get it
give me something real
The TempoA while back a colleague of mine brought up in a conversation that somewhere in the world someone dies with every second that passes by. On the other side of that coin, he said, every second someone is born. He said it so matter-of-factly, as though it made perfect sense that there be some sort of universal scale of grief and happiness, life and death. I dont know for sure that what he said was true, but today theres two particular seconds I cant seem to get off my mind.The Tempo7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I used to have this business associate by the name of James Silver. He was pretty young to be as far along as he was. I cant honestly say that he had much of a life outside of his work, at least not that I knew about. Of course you could see him out occasionally, maybe having lunch with friends or partners, and possibly every once in a while it would be a woman. But men like James simply did not have time for a personal life. Guys like him were driven to succeed, maybe by their own will or volit
Vesper Verses....Vesper Verses...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were born
subject first and capitalized
like a proper noun
You were a long run-on
and you ran on lines of velocity
across my skin
You hit your first comma
when your old man hit a semicolon
Your mother called it a crisis
but at the time you just thought
it meant two of everything:
two houses on the opposite sides of town
more money in your pocket
and a double life to spend it on
Later, you said it felt like
your life was divided and
everything was half of what it should be
I didn't understand;
I had two parents living to-
gether and my hair didn't split at the ends
like yours used to
I loved enjambment because of the way
you spilled into me
like you required more
than your boundaries allowed
Everything about you was creation:
verses sat in your lungs
waiting to breathe into
everything you touched
was a finished product
I never liked
the finality of death's punctuation
but you're the one who said
let it love you, let it die
like that was supposed to