October 2007
14 posts
Breathe and the world aches in twigs, but the...
1. The rain shattered my camellias first bloom before I got to see it, and I am none too pleased with that situation. I’m pondering if there are any patents for plant sized umbrellas out there. 2. My stomach and brain both hurt and bubble from tonight’s radioactive green milkshakes, cookies, and other snack derived acts of overindulgence. I’m done with sweets. I should...
Air from the 3rd Orchestral Suite, BWV 1068
It is autumn, and a young woman walks through a wooded park, alone. It’s cold, her breath clouding as she plots along, hands deep into pockets. The sky is bright blue against the yellowing canopy, and a few leaves find themselves between her boots and the pathway’s brick. At home she is out of hot cocoa powder and has misplaced her slippers. In a clearing ahead, between the trees, sits a love...
The Origins of A Blueberry Boy Pt. 1
There once was a somewhat young couple who were in all respects very plain. They lived in a small town, in an old catalogue rancher with a square front lawn, a rosebush, and a lone stick flamingo. They had no children. They had no pets. Every day the plain husband would dress, drink his coffee, and go to work, where even there he was rather plain, playing flash games on...
Ooh la la
Who wouldn’t want flowers with names like these? Roses: Zigeunerknabe (or) Gypsy Boy - bourbon rose Tipsy Imperial Concubine - tea rose Spineless Virgin - alba rose Hamburger Phoenix - climbing floribunda rose Hebe’s Lip - Damask rose Hornish Plot - hybrid perpetual rose Chan Yi Xiang - tea rose translates to: Buddhist Clothing Fragrance Bad Füssing - floribunda rose Flaming Potluck...
Arched Eyebrows and Über Germination
Tonight I watched the 1964 campy decapitation film Strait Jacket featuring Joan Crawford. Not half bad,watching Crawford do her perpetual mental breakdown thang is a wonderful sight to behold, especially when she’s flailing around an axe……….. I’m also just finished watching 1960 film Thirteen Ghosts which casts Margaret Hamilton as a creepy housekeeper Elaine...
One of many threads
INT. OFFICE CUBICLE - DAY TOBIAS, a thin, young man in his late twenties sits solemnly at his desk. He slouches forward in his chair, staring at his blank computer screen with an equally blank expression. NARRATOR (V.O) Tobias P. Barton was depressed, Tobias sighs. NARRATOR (V.O CONT) And throughly hated work. He leans forward until his forehead rests against the class of the computer monitor...
Favorite Words 1
willow bauble citrus violet noir crepuscular sigh pepitas tinsel aria poppy marigold skillet you harbor whirl poplar grey peppermint palm bell tendril hush carousel paradiddle cello honey siren lily nautilus ...
The House with Chimaeras
It’s like I’m suddenly fourteen again, raw and having no edges. Not that I’ve developed edges since then anyway but it feels as if that eras vacuole has seemingly once again lodged itself in my throat and pulses with the lilac migraines. I shouldn’t even mention it, I’m not fourteen and should have common sense to know that I’m not that person, and I do,...
So what about lilacs?
Truthfully I’m not allergic to lilacs. I mean after all they don’t cause me to suddenly break out in rashes or drifts of strange goose pimples or even make me swell up, turn red, and choke, but nevertheless I am prompted to say that I am allergic to them, for the shrub’s heady fragrance (all full of pearls and parasols) give me quite the splitting headache. It’s a sinus one...
