Tuesday, April 28, 2009

the Elaine of your nightmares

When the musk fills your nose, and the cancer grows, you know it's time to move from your home, because the Lady has moved in. Stay, and she will consume you.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

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It was dusk. I was a boy again. I was alone amongst the wet trees.

Ahead, I could see it hanging from a branch, swinging slowly back and forth, creaking. It was dead - by its own hand, of stick fingers. I tried to help, but nothing could help it.

The arrow was there. LEF was there.

I am sorry, I honestly could not do anything.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

In the Room

So, last night I finally had the experience I have been waiting for:

I gathered up all my childhood paintings of her, and a yellow, plastic coat hanger. I hung them on the wall and called for her. She arrived. The room hummed. My paintings fluttered in her prescence.

We are on better terms.

It's sad to think my aunt is possessed; but the coffee stains on the table resemble her everyday.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

it's just a toothbrush

The common toothbrush - a part of our daily lives, an intimate tool for our bodies. And when people are welcomed into our home, it is seen and thought about.

No matter where I hide it, she finds it, and takes it.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Between the Dark Shadows of myself

This window fills me with a pleasant melancholy for her of course, and for Caroline sometimes. And other things.

It was 3 A.M. eternal -------> The dim light from the window being so ghostly in the air. I could see so much more --------> so many things. My mind was inverted, and I understood more than ever. The concept of Her blossomed in my head -----> ideas became pictures ------> emotion turned into an image of how We knew each other before . . . before We physically met. Written words from the past, dreams of the present worked together, as I looked through the window. The window into Us. The words finally came to my lips.

SHE heard them. SHE held me tenderly through the exploration, with questions, sensitivity, and touch.

And in the end, I miss the Being that is my transcendental Daughter and Friend. And with that the tears came.

Yet, I just cannot understand it all, so much still unknown. I am full and pleased.