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ShipsPassing ships. I think thats the term used most appropriately. To describe our brief encounter. Our quick lesion. Romantic language for confused feelings of body and heart. A passionate beginning of words and lips, passed and flowed through. Soon the sea grew, complex ocean of currents uncharted. For me at least. The north, the city of pink grey stone confusion of morals I found hard to anchor. I thought wed settle happily into the mariner. But no. A storm of interest, but yours whimpered in the wind, dissolved and dissipated. A brief moment passed as I was left stranded, trapped in sea weed entrails and coils complex. Emotions for the ship that passed me in a brief encounter of quick intentions. Gone with the wind, rather than constant like salt and rock, hard and concrete.
A DestinationYou were the upgraded copy, the richer version, the easy distraction. Id been consumed for hours over the alluded obsession, the favored stature that was a stranger to my tastes. Id thought and Id concluded, escapism or a plan, either to satisfy.
A plan set in motion, a destination. A train, another, a wait, and you. I came for the other, but found my eyes wondering. In that silver, those jeans, that voice. An escape and an excuse. Easy, no? The right moment, the right place, the right hour. The alcohol and the dress. Why not? I could have this version, this smile, this stature.
Why not indeed. A bad idea, a mistaken moment, a plan unraveled in pleasure and excitement, hurt pride and bruised ecstasy. Youth and naivety, for me. You werent what I wanted, even though I repeated it many times. I used your carbon copy aesthetic as much as you used my easy, drunken attitude. It was one night dragged over three days. I latched on to the version that let me,
ObsessionObsession. Its an easy thing to fall into, and an even harder hole to escape.
I liked you once. Quite a lot actually. Despite the fact that my best interests told me you were a bad idea. Your texture didnt suit my tastes, your stature was nothing I ever thought Id favor. And yet I fell after you happily, made a fool of myself mostly.
Its gone now. I found closure in a drunken night and a single bed. In spilled words of oppressed months, inappropriate affection and rejected touch. It was awkward, embarrassing, but satisfying. And then there was the exhibition and the appropriate obsession. And yet, I still like to think.
Your name makes me turn my head, your silhouette and sound will always make me listen. Its hard to completely remove myself from the half whole I once so happily sat in, wallowed in, and would have drowned in. A beguiling puddle of self pity and complete and alluded infatuation.
Im still jealous, with no reason to be. I still reminisce on things that n
FallowWhen I was a little girl, we lived in a house with a nectarine tree. My father tended to it faithfully, watering it and pruning away the dead wood and the branches that would grow too heavy with time, sealing the trimmed edges with care. Each spring, it bore a can-can line of frilly, fragrant petticoat blossoms, cast away wantonly beneath the carnal attentions of buzzing cyprian bees. Each summer, it groaned beneath the weight of fruit, ripening in heavy round golden bellies, basking in the honeyed California sunlight, serene and assured in its fecundity. For a glorious few weeks, we would eat nectarines all day long, in as many creative applications as we could think of, canning the excess for a taste of summer in the fallow months to come.
One spring, the tree dropped every one of its leaves, instead flowering in a veritable nova of blooms… somehow, it sensed the end of its long, slow life, and in one last tremendous effort, it sank all of its energies into posterity, producing
Everyone was a bully somehowWe've probably all bullied someone at some point, no matter how much we deny it. Whether directly through angry, thoughtless comments, or indirectly by standing aside and saying nothing, we've all been a part of this horrible practice. We didn't mean for it to hurt, but it did.
Sure, everyone hates that annoying kid who constantly yells "I'm single!" whenever someone's talking about relationship problems, but that doesn't mean you have to pick on him.
Sure, everyone judges that girl for her lengthy dating history and skimpy clothing, but that doesn't mean you should call her a slut.
Sure, that somehow-popular guy bullies everyone, but that doesn't mean you have to be mean to him in return.
Sure, that girl isn't as athletic as the rest of the team, but that doesn't mean you should refuse to acknowledge her very existence for years on end.
So what do you do?
Be that one person who apologizes for bullying the poor kid. Tell people that enough is enough. Listen to him (although maybe you'r
18. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/21/71
Got up this morning just as the tops of those mountains across the valley caught some pink light, and I ran up to the outhouse and watched the light grow through the frost on the windows there. It's a Sunday and coming up pretty!
I have some cramps and a sort of desire to smoke a joint even before breakfast, otherwise I feel okay. I remember having another bad night of sleep last night. I thought I was dreaming of laughing but Vicki says I was groaning. Oh well.
Suzy said yesterday that she felt a physical attraction to me for a pretty long time, which blew my mind. She says Tom knows about it, even, and that he would dig the whole event and would like see her get closer to me or whatever. I didn't know what to say except "far out." We both let it go for now.
Laura just made one of those paper fortune-teller things where you pick a color and numbers and she fools with it and comes up with a reply. She just had Leelanee do
Crossed Wires. Epilogue 2.Feeling rather important now that she is dating a nightclub owner, Bess has begun spending less and less time hanging around with her former friends. Her main excuse for it is that she is far more mature and needs to spend time with people who are have the same interests and don’t behave like children. However, her friends know that it was predominantly because they weren’t as impressed with her choice and behaviour when they did go out together and had told her so. On top of all that, when she took them to the club a few days after she had begun dating him, she had told them that because she was dating the owner it meant that they could not only get in for free, but could also get free drinks all night. It turned out not to be true and after watching Bess throw a very childish and selfish tantrum at her boyfriend for embarrassing her like that. They ended up leaving the club and making their way to another one, just down the road, only to have the angry young woman follow
Share House, IntroductionThe sleeves of my flannel shirt are caked in mud, but I but it on anyway. It hides my arms really well. Lara has been up for about an hour already, putting her collection of pastel coloured soaps in order for the millionth time. She’s a clean freak and is probably OCD but I don’t want to say that in case she thinks I’m rude. We've only been here a few weeks and I don't want her to hate me already.
Monica’s still in bed. Her eyes are open and she’s staring at the assignment we were meant to have completed last week. The wooden panels of her bed are covered in itchy rainbow yarn which annoys the shit out of Lara because it’s not symmetrical.
The David Bowie poster on the wall aloofly surveys our daily routine, overlooking every move we make over his sunglasses. There’s a Ramones poster next to him but it's been splattered with so much nail polish on it you can hardly tell it’s them.
I looked at my face in the mirror. Every day, I beg
17. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/11/71
Had a pleasant day again, another plexiglass day with many good jokes and Larry working on it too and three new windows are in.
Each night I doubt my continuing togetherness behind being not lonely and going towards being really satisfied as a single person here. Maybe I'll call a singles meeting tomorrow.
Daniel used to say it has to do with sex. I just gain more weight and don't even want to take a bath in daylight anymore!
Today was a hectic day on plexiglass, with a lot of visitors coming and slowing down the whole process.
We finished the arc of windows, which was very nice! There were a multitude of jokes as the end drew nearer, particularly from Mike, and as corny as can be.
At first when the project started I didn't want to work with Mike because his temper looked so damned unpredictable and explosive, but I gradually found myself working with him cutting
popsicleSummer forever frozen
An orange popsicle
Sold from an icebox
dry and vaporous
atop a tricycle
Four tingling bells
rung by the little man pedaling at the back
announcing the coming
Framed in trees
always green in the light of the sun
Lancelot Price 2014 August 26
No crappy songs on a loudspeaker loop
just the sweet sweet cold refreshment
I will always live there.
Camp McCall Memories: Battle of the Bear
I was asked once again to share a story of Camp McCall and my adventures there as a staffer with you guys. Oh trust me…I have a lot to share! But the tricky part is just thinking of which ones to talk about that would be entertaining and that I could easily explain. But the more I think about it…there is one story in particular that always jumps out at me. As I look back on it now, it was very funny…but at the time, there was nothing funny about this. In fact, I was quite scared. I can sum up what happened in just one sentence…one solitary grouping of words:
“Did you know I fought a bear?”
Now before you all start calling me a liar and saying it’s a lot of bull that I fought a bear, I want to make two things clear. First is that black bears are very common in the mountains of South Carolina, and we actually have rules at camp that keep kids from taking snacks into their cabins because it attracts them. Second of all, black bears are not
Kill the MessengerEveryone sees violence in me as a strange thing. Mother thinks I need to see a psychiatrist. Most likely the cause of this anger also thinks I need to see one but I think the only thing I need to see right now is either a) a dead twin or b) myself in a far away town away from family. Maybe that's extreme (does it sound extreme to you?) but I can't see how a psychiatrist can help with anything and really those are the only options that work.
Imagine this: you've lived say seventeen years plus a few weeks, but I'm rounding so seventeen years it is, and one of the main things you can remember is a twin brother that just can't seem to leave you alone. Frankly you just can't really get a break from him since you live with him. You're sick and tired of his shit and honestly you hate the asshole. No one else seems to notice what a dick he is except for one friend (maybe two but you're not sure) but even she doesn't have the whole picture. It's hard to explain when he keeps putting up a front
Stream of Consciousness IHot water, yellow walls, yellow tops, giraffes, penguins. Purple shirts and cadged squirrels. Blue eyes, and messy hair. Burst balloons, scissors and inappropriate behavior. Waiting, anticipating. Cheap wine and loosened tongues. Orange, doctors, tenants and hills, smells.
We indulge, publicly, inappropriately, insultingly, without care or consideration. Disgusting affection. Tongue, lips, ears, nose.
We indulge in our laughter and words, alcohol and kisses.
Sober, little sleep. Big head phones and bigger suitcases. Coffee, morning, newspapers. White walls and carved tables. Shy kisses, lips, tongue, nose. Good byes, and promises in given books.
You are the one I dreamed of. But dont I always dream and fall easily? At least this time my obsession was picked more appropriately.
Swaying walls, blue light. Bed and towels, dripping skin. Sweat or water? Beating heart and pumping pulse, legs and arms and loud in my ears. Sleepy eyes and captured thoughts. Too much time to s
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