"The white fathers told us, "I think, therefore, I am" and the black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams, I feel, therefore I can be free."- Audre Lorde

Thursday, July 29, 2010

with . and. gone


in the left side
of the curvy part
where heart
and blood meet

thistles dig

dig deep

into skin
into raw
where you've been

circling me
with and gone
gone and within
where tongue meets
and salt of
thistles in the evening
come nightfall
come sunrise

you are in all
and yet still

so far


in the left side
of the curvy part
of heart

where life
and feeling


over and over

Thursday, July 8, 2010

raspberry fields forever

This evening julian and i went to a lovely raspberry farm and picked amazingly delicious raspberries. We snuck ate copious amounts while in the fields. so much so that our bellies told us to stop. but we didnt listen.

there's something strangely magical about being near large fields, with an overlapping of fresh fruit and wild flowers, around dusk, on a hot summers eve. my lungs felt like wings. breathing in all that amazing rural air, they, my lungs fluttered about in the cavity of my chest.
whimsical. it was.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

sleep fight

Ever since we moved, I've been experiencing extra peculiar sleep/half-sleep-behaviour: sleepwalking, sleep- talking/laughing, hallucinations, and at times, unexplained sleep rage.
The following is both 1. an example of my strange sleep actions 2. the coolest fight andrew and i ever had.
10:20pm: both fall to sleep in respective rooms
11:30pm: Shannon, still sleeping, gets out of bed, pillow in hand, throws open andrew's door and screams, "ITS 11:30!".

Andrew: sleepily murmurs, "huh?"
Shannon: stands angrily in door way: "WHY!?"
Andrew: more awake but not really: "Shannon (with frustration) go away. i dont care what time it is"
Shannon: yells even louder this time in pure rage "WHY IS IT 11:3O Andrew! WHY!?"
Andrew: "yes, its it IS 11;30" (lingering sarcasm) "so what? stop asking why. i dont know why!"
Shannon: panicking cry, borderline fearful, "BUT....ANDREW WHY is it 11:30?"
Andrew: flips out and yells at shannon, grumpily.
Shannon: still pretty much asleep, throws pillow to the ground, yells "why!" one last time and slams andrew's door shut. sleep stomps away, apparently, still audibly mumbling "its 11;30..." . falls asleep. wakes up, with no pants, on top of a heaping pile of laundry, the next morning, forgetting the entire thing but wondering where her pants are...

Andrew: (a little ashamed) "hey, uh, shan, are u still mad at me about the time?"
Shan: "what?" (genuinely confused)
Andrew: proceeds to explain above.

snail coitus makes me smile