February 2012
22 posts
“We were dreamers then, still are I guess, but in our own way. We saw life...”
– Miles Buckley, Children
“I’m grateful for anything that reminds me of what’s possible in this life. Books...”
– Johnathan Safran Foer
“I stopped apologising for my weaknesses and started working on them.”
My happiness is beset in your distance and absence
It rings so obvious in the harsh tones of love songs and lack of kisses to my lips. There are movements I should be busy memorizing, touches I should be feeling, words we should be whispering. And I wish I could tell you a willing heart that I want you forever.
Fingertips reading like Braille to eyelashes and lips. The story of our love will be so evident among the skin we wear.
“I want to walk randomly. Randomly and alone to find something remarkable. I need...”
“But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running...”
– James Joyce, Araby
Let's lay our bad day down here, dear
and make-believe we’re strong, or hum some protest song. Like maybe “We Shall Overcome Someday,” overcome the stupid things we say. Say, “I need more than this,” and say, “I needed one more kiss- We left that light on way too long now.” Let’s plant a bomb at city hall- kill an MLA. We’ll talk the night away- you call in sick,...
“Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything, it just ticks off the...”
– Jim Morrison
Zee Avi, Concrete Wall
“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone...”
– Olivia Wilde
