tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41069086173323392982024-03-05T06:53:59.044-08:00YestersoupSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-3192977012990865282011-04-17T22:47:00.000-07:002011-04-24T19:30:58.143-07:00Lunar FloraYou are the sweat on the brow of a mother in her thirteenth hour of labor. You are the fickle fingers of a child grazing a splintery fence midday. You are a sixteen-syllable sentence uttered by a woman with beautiful lips. You are the thousands of end-of-the-world kisses in constant exchange at each terminal. You speak and rain falls upward. You blink and butterflies dissolve. There are shells of people out there trying, each day, to become an atom in the vast dance of your movements, to seek the mode in the range of your emotions. You are bottled nebulae with a cork that is waiting to pop.<br />You are lunar flora: prickly pear cacti which fill craters steeping in a celestial marinade hailing from the Horsehead. And should you stand beneath the sun for too long, the land which surrounds you would recede into the dark recesses from whence it came, and the soft luminescence of your eyes would suffice to lead your way.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-46296671240827741642011-04-01T15:04:00.001-07:002011-04-01T15:10:16.055-07:00SubduerYou placate with<div>your palms, your</div><div>fivefinger tactile</div><div>psalms</div><div>And extinguish </div><div>with your lips:</div><div>two slivers of</div><div>cowardly koi fish</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-79916087849954460792011-03-31T17:34:00.000-07:002011-04-01T17:21:35.222-07:00The Performer II<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Into a tree you carved<br />a message with a knife</span><br /><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"IF FACES ARE TOPOGRAPHICAL</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">YOURS IS A RAVINE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">SITUATED SOMEWHERE EAST </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">OF MY COMPLACENCY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">WEST OF WHERE I DREAM</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">NORTH OF ALL THINGS WHICH ARE NOT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">BUT PAINSTAKINGLY SEEM"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />And you walked back to your car<br />dead leaves flying backward </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">beneath your feet<br />you drove all the way home with<br />the emergency signal on<br />singing the same song<br />your parents played<br />the night you were conceived</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-23697785445498563852011-03-17T15:40:00.000-07:002011-04-01T14:41:42.238-07:00While You KneltWhat is the history <div>of regret?<div><div>It doesn't want to talk about</div><div>that. Trust it, that was a mistake,</div><div>it should have known better.</div><div>And if, say, that magical </div><div>memory jettison corporation</div><div>from that one film</div><div>with the blue-haired girl</div><div>actually did exist, yeah,</div><div>it would most likely </div><div>opt for that. Instead,</div><div>its head is reduced to</div><div>a pendulum inclined</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">to encumber a neck</span></div><div>too frail to support it.</div><div>Sure, it had fun,</div><div>but it's a Catholic, see,</div><div>and guilt became the</div><div>new pink as soon as John Paul</div><div>tied a rose-hued </div><div>chiffon scarf 'round the eyes</div><div>of his subordinate,</div><div>whispered redemptive</div><div>prayers into their ear- <i>"Pretend </i></div><div><i>it's your favorite</i></div><div><i>candy,</i><i>" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">five times,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">for posterity.</span></i></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-45447420842072543312011-03-13T13:57:00.000-07:002011-04-01T14:58:48.752-07:00The Performer IAn octave prickles<div>the tongue which</div><div>cradles it and </div><div>buds bust into bloom</div><div>as the need for </div><div>projection is expressed</div><div>with a single </div><div>coo</div><div>Yesterday failure fulfilled you</div><div>lips lubricated with glue</div><div>the thousand-headed</div><div>monster of the crowd</div><div>lies ravenous</div><div>its eyes cast on</div><div>you</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-68794331676446838772011-03-08T08:41:00.000-08:002011-04-02T12:52:36.297-07:00Count the Colors<p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O you</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">with plaid-clad</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">residual cherubs on your cheek</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and pastel-planked </span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">suburban scripture</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How often does one pass</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a leashed mut</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on that stretch mark on the thigh</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">of lady lone star</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In what manner do you display </span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">allegiance to your</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ever faithful</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">drag queen?</span></span></p><p color="#999999" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In what vein?</span></span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-22282146056136055182010-10-10T21:50:00.000-07:002011-04-01T15:12:09.658-07:00Hands<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">People tell you</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">you've got the hands of an architect</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Do you fancy the space around walls </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">at a professional level</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">or do you dabble </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">like an amateur pornographer</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">devouring each mediocre column with your eyes </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">like an A-cup</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">waiting to be enhanced with a nipple tassel</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">scrutinizing each paint swatch like a tit in a crowd</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">wondering who the fuck would assign a name like </span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Aphrodite's Menses</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> to a hue that resembles </span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">charred bologna</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">but you sit at your unused drafting table</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and spend hours </span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">staring at your hands</span></span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-37618779399140334892010-10-10T20:28:00.000-07:002011-04-01T15:16:01.099-07:00Estrogen & Tonic<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You listen to a voice</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">for so long that its sonic appeal</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">evanesces</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And you walk to the park and sit</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">by the tree beneath which you</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">proposed</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eyes welling up with wet cement</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you try to recall when</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the novelty began to slowly whittle away</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And how long the transient splendor</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of novelty even existed before humans</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">compulsively hammered a word onto it</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Did there ever exist a time in which </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the things that initially felt good </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">remained that way?</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Death is her pillowcase</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">her lingering perfume that pervades</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the musty space of your apartment</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the disgusting condiments she would</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">always insist that you'd stock up on</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Who the hell puts Worcestershire sauce</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">on a tuna sandwich,</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">anyhow?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-3465786159496718502010-10-06T20:05:00.000-07:002011-04-01T15:16:27.951-07:00Dialogorrhea: A Love Story<p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">i</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Gosh, nature is so incredible! Isn't it? I mean, look at all these rocks! They have this amazing scent. It almost smells like a really nice men's cologne, but it's completely natural! Nature is amazing!"</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Um, I think what you're smelling is probably laundry detergent. There's a coin laundry across the street. You'd be surprised by how far that scent travels."</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">ii</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"When be dat bus at?"</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Oh, 'scuse me, sir. Hi. Just a tip: You might not want to mix tenses like that. You'll find that </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">when</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> connotes Time while </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">at </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">connotes Place. One should choose the former or the latter lest one send the listener into a mottled linguistic frenzy. These are the logistics of the English language, you see. Do you read me, sir? . . . sir?"</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">iii</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"I don't have many ambitions, nor do I harbor any large-scale dreams for my future. And truth be told, I don't think I'll ever intend to."</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Then how is it that whenever I see you, it's as if it is always on the best day of your life? You seem content for a man without any dreams."</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Oh, but my life's a massive mosaic of 'em! I'm not a dusty, unimaginative machine. Every day is another dream and every night's aspiration is to wake up. Waking up always seems to suffice, too. I only wish to continue on this dreamtrain, to ensure that it doesn't derail, y'know? Am I confusing you?"</span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p> <p color="#333233" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"A little. How about I sleep on it, and get back to you?"</span></span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-57593701551016495962010-08-03T22:18:00.000-07:002011-04-02T12:49:08.272-07:00Line Breaks, con sal.<div>By sundown, </div><div>I'm but a million morsels of decay </div><div>as atoms reverse their tap dance<br />in a delayed orbit<br />around each eyeful of almonds<br />two salty caverns<br /><br />This brand of torture is as exclusive </div><div>as it is elusive<br />swift, comparable to<br />a mere drizzle of honey; </div><div>it's funny<br />But not in a healthy way</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-7460799339146907732010-03-17T19:25:00.000-07:002010-03-17T19:35:10.639-07:00Stream of ConsciousnessI stood at your grave,<br />with fists full of change,<br />change in the form of words,<br />words I couldn't previously say,<br />due to tides of time,<br />ebbing and flowing in the form of<br />change, change in the form of words,<br />words I collect in a felt hat, as<br />I busk for saplings of change,<br />change in the form of words,<br />words written in ink, exchanged<br />between changing strangers,<br />in the rain, on the bus, in the<br />train station, as people change<br />hats and faces and trains,<br />trains in the form of thought,<br />thoughts I collect in a cup,<br />a cup I keep above my bed<br />with a straw, a straw in the form<br />of a speaker, a speaker moving<br />voices, holding song, above my bed,<br />talking about<br />change.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-47597628463599016062010-03-16T00:44:00.000-07:002011-04-01T15:17:03.611-07:00A few servings of Haiku, in bedThis is not the end<br />We are despised, yes, but hey-<br />There's always the sea<br /><br />I make no judgments.<br />But, sonic aesthetics? Well,<br />that... That doesn't count.<br /><br />Cornucopia<br />Of wild, elusive facets<br />You show none but one<br /><br />"Lay Lady Lay" looped<br />As we made love until noon,<br />Wish this bed were brass<br /><br />"I only have eyes<br />for you," he said, she pondered,<br />then gauged, whispered, "Thanks..."<br /><br />I am constantly<br />Coming up with new ways to<br />Say I do not knowSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-17785244650585677052010-03-16T00:39:00.000-07:002011-04-02T12:54:48.724-07:00GlukupikronSlice onions with your shoulder blades<br />Pummel you blue<br />Made promises amid fits of laughter<div>You knew not to believe them</div><div>Didn't you?</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-44761039651973623172010-03-10T22:07:00.000-08:002011-04-01T16:11:27.688-07:00¼ Haiku, ¾ Whimsy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinz0KLfuO_hQthjSyZLVil7YrHM_LZN2dUox0UqgWkwPM9M86YGpTz_t6Ei1NnodifY2953DDVwEIfLLFW-NJF-wrkGX-R2rCWS8nJI04G3BQ1IrkcD2nTg7YTGqOLFwkfGlUbcjPJCEh9/s1600/Fiocactipaint.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinz0KLfuO_hQthjSyZLVil7YrHM_LZN2dUox0UqgWkwPM9M86YGpTz_t6Ei1NnodifY2953DDVwEIfLLFW-NJF-wrkGX-R2rCWS8nJI04G3BQ1IrkcD2nTg7YTGqOLFwkfGlUbcjPJCEh9/s320/Fiocactipaint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590756046972160914" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>There's something about<br />Cacti and fresh paints that gets<br />Me hot and bothered<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph not my intellectual property</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">courtesy of "Native Body Art" by Fiorella Podesta</span></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-31774491556382939532010-03-09T21:12:00.000-08:002010-03-09T21:42:50.440-08:001973I may turn this into a longer short story, flash fiction OR I may just let it stay a short-short. We will see. Regardless, please fling your criticism forth.<br /><br /><br />Growing up, my mother always worried about me. She would say things like, "Honey, you don't <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to take the stairs. There <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> an elevator, and the chances of a fire occurring are far slimmer than the chances of you falling down those stairs and breaking all of your frail, little bones..." Her voice dripped with saccharine concern. I could tell that she prized me, and not in the typical motherly way, but in the same way that she prized the dozens of collectible figurines she kept in the glass case in the living room. One night, when I was fourteen, I crept out my bedroom window to catch a 10 p.m. showing of American Graffiti with my best friend. I could tell you that we were wholesome, angelic teenagers but then I would be lying. Innocence is mental <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> behavioral, and while my behavior was charmingly meek, my thoughts were crazed and wildly rebellious. Daydreams of mine consisted of intermittent bank robberies and hordes of hormone-crazed teenagers painting each other's bodies in layers upon layers of pheromones . . . real kinky Bonnie & Clyde shit. While watching American Graffiti, a sudden electrifying urge burst forth within me involving Richard Dreyfuss and copious amounts of leather. And I never was the same.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-7163203446878821712010-03-09T13:38:00.000-08:002011-04-01T15:28:42.063-07:00Prosetry IThat was the night in which I traversed several roads to get to one, the only one that welcomes me in the same, uniform way every time I cast my eyes upon that weathered, dual-decked vessel. After further mummifying my wrist, I scurried inside and could smell the holy dilapidation of something so loved that it’s destroyed. Even the surrounding sidewalks remain enamored with dirt and mud and muck.<br />Do not bother wiping the ugly remnants off your shoes<br />allow them to be danced<br />shaken<br />jumped offSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-36848292554629442922010-01-10T11:15:00.000-08:002011-04-02T13:02:55.398-07:00"Who sings this?"What happens when a bigot <div>falls in love<br />with the fervent cream of<br />a black woman's singing voice?<br /><br />It snows in Miami.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-23597734984508749592009-12-08T17:32:00.000-08:002010-03-05T16:50:50.637-08:00Suburban Swampcity BluesThis is a fragment from a short story I'm currently working on. Constructive criticism is welcomed, as always.<br /><br /><br /> When Santiago removed the knit skullcap from his head, he felt a blanket of goose bumps rapidly form all along the nape of his neck, as if Aphrodite herself had been the one making love to him all night. The sensations his mind had identified were nothing but vertiginous pleasure spasms; he could not make sense of any of it. Rationality was a tiny vessel of mute seamen, and it was long gone by now. He tried to compose more thoughts, but this only made him dizzier.<br />He laid down on his bed and began tossing a hackie-sack up toward the ceiling and with his thumb and index finger, catching it each time with ease, as if it were the stem of a feather floating back to him. His hands appeared to be rough and aged, unlike the rest of his body: an immaculate machine throbbing with a youthful urgency. Then again, this was commonplace at the studio. It was filled with the buzzing of the young, and each palm was scarred and calloused. The people he shared his space with during the day were there for the same exact reasons. They, too, were thirsty for malleability, for creation. And they loved to sculpt, just as he did.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-12580923096324740462009-12-04T11:22:00.000-08:002011-04-02T13:05:37.702-07:00Five Dense Minutes2:58 am: My feet are almost as calloused as your hands always were. These hands are virginal apparati with a texture similar to that of honey or warmed dough. Virtually unscathed. Clearly, they do not <span style="font-style: italic;">make</span> nearly enough.<br /><br />3:02 am: My head is buried in my pillow now and I'm thinking this can't be healthy- being reminded of your life by the faintest sound of music that you will never have the opportunity to hear. I'm wondering if I'm sick for never wanting to forget; for fearing Alzheimer's at age seventy more than death at age thirty; for wishing for any physiological malfunction over amnesia. I'd like to always be able to recall the inflection of your voice when you would ask what it was I had learned in school that day. At twelve, it posed as a hideous question. But at twenty, not so much.<br /><br />"What did you learn in school <span style="font-style: italic;">today</span>?" Now, that's a poem.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-71445803611975501762009-11-23T20:18:00.000-08:002009-11-23T20:32:13.779-08:00Well I guess it's more of a Science anyway"I want you to gallop past my periphery.<br />Prance across my panoramic scope,<br />so I can practice the art of<br />refusal, as I clench my teeth<br />to turn you away<br />over and over again," he insisted.<br /><br />"I'm hoping it will get easier<br />after the six-hundredth trial..."Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-77936560713669946342009-11-20T20:49:00.000-08:002009-11-20T20:51:24.292-08:00"You should be kissed. And often. And by someone who knows how."you could say what she had experienced<br />was a bout of magic;<br />a strange ephemeral burst of wicked<br />confidence that could seemingly give one the ability<br />to blow dozens of shiny, prismatic bubbles without a wand,<br />to make billows of smoke dance when the incense<br />burns too quickly,<br /><br />but there wasn't anything magical about it.<br />it was the stroke of a guru,<br />a transient cluster of divinity's guise:<br /><br />a lie,<br />cloaked.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-28339680432168147922009-10-24T18:34:00.000-07:002009-10-24T18:36:20.534-07:00He was a SailorLook onward, psychonauts!<br />Scrape the paint off the gilded cage,<br />as you murmur your melodramas through<br />the straws in your mouths<br />and then softly ask,<br />"Where is my ego today?"<br /><br />"Dead!<br /> Dead!<br /> Dead!<br /> Dead!"Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-56103203169809154152009-10-07T19:50:00.000-07:002011-04-01T16:12:41.275-07:00Inkedmaybe tattooing<br />old, wrinkled skin<br />feels like writing<br />on wet paper-<br />don't want to<br />rip you, you:<br />so fortunate<br />to have survived<br />the rain,<br />the time.<br /><br />but watch as a grandmother<br />sits in a parlor<div>age seventy-two,<br />abiding in agreement<br />with her twenty-something<br />granddaughter.<br />"nothing you'll want to hide<br />when you're my age."<br /><br />see her flinch<br />from the needle as it<br />traces lines on her<br />leathery, brown flesh.<br />"i passed four children -<br />there isn't a pain i can't bear,"<br />she keeps repeating,<br />not intending to remind<br />anyone but herself<br /><br />bandaged, they walk out,<br />and under each bulk of<br />thick, white gauze<br />lie tiny etchings of<br />Sahara totems:<br />an itchy hieroglyph</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-36214029395721004552009-10-02T17:02:00.000-07:002009-10-07T19:39:38.025-07:00Ducts of Whiskeyyou cry tears of Dewar's,<br />and lick your lips when you speak of the past,<br /><br />how do you do it?<br />gesticulate with all four limbs<br />like that.<br /><br />you speak of things<br />you've seen that<br />i cannot even dream,<br /><br />infancy is strange,<br />when it lasts for<br />twenty years.<br /><br />maybe these memories<br />were meant to be<br />discarded,<br />into the Great Lake of<br />regret.<br /><br />right now,<br />a poem will sound good<br />to me only if it was written<br />in anything but<br />first person perspective<br /><br />but today, i am<br />fine with being<br />mediocre.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106908617332339298.post-39643135226967186772009-05-18T10:42:00.000-07:002009-10-08T09:35:26.516-07:00Variation on a Theme/DeviationI've been ostracized<br />by younger men than you,<br />but none who carried<br />the heavy sandbags of hostility<br />so far<br />without shattering the glass<br />of their own gait.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02333338687643717669noreply@blogger.com2