I remember seeing him in he park, a few years ago. The crooked cane that laid across his lap had seen far fewer seasons change as the man had, yet each knot and crack in the wood made it apparent that the old polished branch was eager to catch up with him. Bundled brown cloth clung to his body like blankets, but as the sun peeked out from the low moving clouds I saw that it was an old tweed coat that he had simply become to small for.

The wind picked up, and I feared for a moment that it would blow the skin right off of his body. But it didn't. The mans eyes closed, and a soft smile edged across his cheeks as red and yellow leaves bustled past him . The shadows under his cheeks shrunk as his head tilted up in a warm salutation to the chill, crisp wind.

He had seen all things come and go. He had watched death and birth from an intimate distance. He had felt every sensation, and he was at peace. The hardships of life had come only so that they might pass, and this moment for him was worth every tear he had ever shed.



Because the wind had never lost its beauty.
The sun had never stopped shining.
Its just that he had come back to it,
with younger eyes
than have ever been mine.

Today I was thinking about how many of my old hobbies I've left behind. I think that I'm going to find them again this semester, and ask them to come back. I'm sure I can't pick them all up again, but there are some I miss especially.

First, I want to pick up my electric guitar again. It might sound silly, but when you're playing a riff that actually sound good, its a pretty powerful feeling.

Second, I'd like to draw again. Maps, specifically. I used to draw layouts and blueprints for fantasy worlds,and I think I'll start again. Maybe I can find the first one I ever drew, I think its back in phoenix.

Finally, I want to start creating languages again. It sounds intensive and well, it is. But its also something you can just pick at in your free time, and come back to when you're ready. I found a bunch of old alphabets and phonetic charts (made before I actually took phonetics), and I think I might utilize some of those.

Ready.
Set.
Go.

Appalachia

It would be a returning.
Though our skin has never tasted
the air,
our bones have been in every tree -
in the strings of a dulcimer
and in the moss
worn by the
stones,
which would mark every step.
Meet me there,
when my eyes are gray
and my hands are knotted -
with young eyes
we will see how much the world
can truly give.

1:50 AM

I have just woken up,
and my fan is whirring.

There is a simple taste lingering
in my mouth -
lips wearing
fine beads
of water.

"I"
The offset,
the only word
I know

I like sitting on porches.

Ok, so that might have sounded a bit....simple. But, what other way to say it? I remember over the summer, my dad and I would sit on the back porch and talk, sipping coffee and sharing stories. Sometimes a hummingbird would cross paths with us, wondering who we were and then darting off, only to forget. I remember the doves, small and gray. They landed on our grass without request.

"Our"...sometimes that word becomes very human.

Its not that I have a desire for anything else... in fact remembering those times puts me into a soft, content bed where I can breathe and watch the sun move through the curtains.

Perhaps one day I'll sit on the porch with a cup of coffee, and watch the birds with a son of my own.

Things I have enjoyed

You know what I should do? Hell, I should have done this a while ago. Its just such a derned good idea!

So here it is -

These are things that I enjoyed about this weekend.

Eating at Kachina. Although the food always wages war with my intestines, its damn worth it. Plus, I got to hear Liz's stories about Mexico, which interested my brain wrinkles.

Going Ice Skating. I did a lot better than I thought I would, and it was damn good to get out of the house.

Being stuck in the lobby of my apt with Becca and playing Dragon Age. Its definitely good to have someone to nerd out with.

Getting Starbucks with Liz. Yeah, the coffee was good and the setting was nice. But We talked about poetry, a cool book idea she had, and a bit of our own childhoods, if I remember correctly. I like those conversations.

Building Rasputin's new play...area.....thing. How great is it to have a hamster around? Pretty great.

The end.

Clangour

Take a few steps back, you know.
Yeah,I suppose.
The trick is to feel heroic,
even with your lips shut tight.

Its almost comical,
how everything
would settle back
like dust
in the wake
of the desert.