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Miriam — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 17:36:59 +0000

the passage of time
like fingernails on a chalkboard
in the back of her mind
huddled naked in a dark corner
wincing under the lashes of
a dozen deadlines
whose faces are obscured
light blinding her eyes

don’t feel sorry for her
we all go there eventually

New Year’s Resolutions

JessAnn — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 09:25:38 +0000

They sat together
With friends
All in a group
Chatting,
Reminiscing,
Predicting.
The night went by quick,
Soon,
Someone asked the rest’s
New Year’s Resolution.
When her turn came,
She said,
“I’m not going to be a bitch anymore.”
He looked at her,
Let out a laugh,
“Good luck with that!”
They didn’t leave together.
He said his
New Year’s Resolution was,
“Leave the bitch.”

First Voyage

arjune — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 18:50:19 +0000

Diving through the atmosphere

the frequency of sound bends

time dilates

A life like no other

the world watches, and waits

Worries of the father, the brother, the son, the daughter, and the mother

The weight of a legacy rests on his shoulders

speed, heat, flame, and fire

give way

weightlessness, for a moment…. the stomach forgets it training

Then clarity

like somebody changed the resolution

on all our eyes

suddenly all is clear

the world hangs like a precious jewel in the night

sound dies down

and for the first time

the world sees itself

small things

red_ascot — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 12:09:32 +0000

before drifting off to a long awaited sleep
he was struck by a series of memories
for a passing minute or two
ones of warm walks to the cafe in the summer
reading salman rushdie novels
waiting for the usual crowd to show up
the three friends puffing cigars
the smoke accented by the tiki torches
at the pizza place next door
at just that right moment in the evening
when the purples and reds in the sky
regally outlined the steeple
of the methodist church across the street

they were memories of waiting in the bank parking lot
trying to bum rides from
friends lucky enough to have them
cigarettes balanced carelessly out car windows
music from random burned cds filling the air
where it merged with
that indescribable scent of summer
that always permeated the apartments
of close friends
where he stayed late into the night
building pyramids out of beer cans
and posing ridiculously for polaroid shots

memories of drinking glasses of wine
down by the waterfall
or by the baseball field at the park
and setting off sparklers that one night
always flirting with the girls
and never really caring what time it was

so as he rested his head on the pillow
comforted by the memories
and hoping they would continue
into the night,
he made a resolution
that he would remember to pay heed to
the small things more often
since they are what make life
so damn livable