December 2009
7 posts
“The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that,...”
– Groucho Marx
Short #12
Sometimes I lay on the bed with my feet in the air and pretend to walk on the ceiling. It helps me clear my head.
“Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings.”
– Sylvia Plath
Short #11
wowph, wowph, wowph. I’ve been staring at this ceiling fan for hours. I don’t even see a blending circle shape anymore, nope, just the individual blades. Come onnnn, get up! My brain is bored with this dull activity but tonight I refuse to let it make my choices, and I stay put.
wowph, wowph, wowph, wowph. I drift off…
“Enlightenment is man’s emergence from his self-imposed immaturity....”
– Immanuel Kant
Konigsberg in Prussia, 30 September
Short #10
I touch the cool brick to my face. God, what a relief. The texture isn’t my favorite but the temperature is almost always right. Even when there’s a roaring fire behind it. My eyes well up and chalky tears streak my cheeks. Too much smoke. Open the floo! A drop of blood lands on my palm.
Short #9
The snowflakes seem confused, they keep smashing into each other mid-air. As they are falling, they pick the spot on the ground they wish to land on. One gentle flake lands on the tip of my nose. I look up to the sky and today even the clouds and sun are snowed in too. The back of my head is freezing, I should have worn a hat, but the tiny world of dancing white before me is too mesmerizing for me...