tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242868555352281802011-07-07T18:53:13.963-07:00blue tree branchesMichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824286855535228180.post-43684331819031702832009-10-29T16:03:00.001-07:002009-10-29T16:05:28.628-07:00riparian glory (for a friend)so many fans so many followers
each a unique snowflake
fluttering and feathering down
you are at the centre
of this beautiful white-out blizzard
now, make a snowman
before all the snow
melts together
melding, meaningless mumbles of
"fuck, so awesome, you are my
hero"
into interchangeable water droplets
joining together into a trickle on your skin
now a stream
now a river
now the whole Michihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824286855535228180.post-72429304388951432002009-09-22T01:10:00.000-07:002009-09-22T01:39:42.393-07:00elevator jamMaria checked her cherry-red lipstick in the mirror one last time and headed out of the apartment door into the hallway. Her fake-leather tank top fit snugly against her budding breasts, hugging her ribs and stopping above her navel. Black. Like her mini-skirt. Black and boring.
Whatevs. It had been on sale.
Going to the mall should be good. Maybe. Probably nothing good there. Maybe Michihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824286855535228180.post-35073710117440328632009-09-13T05:20:00.000-07:002009-09-30T23:27:20.119-07:00proofrock revisisted (MSPA-related)Si j’avais plus d’esprit
Plus de courage que maintenant
Peut-être je me senserais différement
Mais, quand-même, tant pis,
Tu me fais tourjours rire, encore surire,
Et, voilà, je t’écris.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the wireless passes through the sky
Like a comic drawn upon a tablet;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted pages
The memories of ages
Of restless hours in one-hour cheap Michihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824286855535228180.post-23854263913200330732009-09-06T06:29:00.001-07:002009-09-26T16:58:39.372-07:00TentaclesHave you ever considered the endlessness of space? The way it just keeps going, the way stars are actually in the past, how it’s all proof of magic, proof that there’s something more than a mindless existence between our shopping centers and our genetically altered food? It can’t all be written down on the 1040, can’t be counted in the GDP, can’t be protected from terrorists.
What about the Michihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824286855535228180.post-14512082759708757392009-09-06T04:22:00.000-07:002009-09-10T02:00:40.034-07:00waiting
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A billboard:
“Did you think about the children?
Did you?”
Did you?
You can’t remember;
You’re lying in bed though,
wondering.
‘Whose children?’
Sometimes, listening to instrumentals
on my way to sleep
I hear the music talking.
Words in the notes.
I find this happening just as I
cross the line into sleep
and suddenly come to,
focus on the sound
try to recall the words,
but just Michihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824286855535228180.post-37041467345004856222009-09-03T05:23:00.000-07:002009-09-10T02:03:32.503-07:00flailing pianoI just had the most epic fail of my musical life! I played in the Law School's Battle of the Bands/talent show and played piano, this one piece (play in background? I sound a bit diff) I've played so many times. In front of so many people. I've been performing it in front of audiences large and small for over 10 years, probably in front of over 3000 people. And tonight, I couldn't play it. I Michihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824286855535228180.post-30083509530294693922009-08-12T04:32:00.000-07:002009-08-12T04:34:19.361-07:00on the train down to Portland<!--StartFragment--> On the train down to Portland I was suddenly overcome with happiness. I couldn’t contain myself and had to put down my book. Watching the trees and the small depressed towns roll by, I loved it. I loved just being there, on the train, watching it roll by. My heart thumped with gaiety at the ugly squat houses, made beautiful for that ever-passing moment, just as the Michihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02430338353437967043noreply@blogger.com0