students face forward
with paper primed, pencils poised,
minds open to learn
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
it's not titled.
author's note: this is just a ten minute free write. might do something with it, might not. who cares? not me, not now. it's not titled.
You told me to lay my head down in the blackest of rooms. I told you I didn't trust you to keep the monsters away. You switched on the nightlight and asked if that made it better. I shook my head and the tears running down my face flew off to the sides. You sighed, but there was nothing but concern in your eyes as your brain worked through all the possibilities to make me sleep. I saw it there, but I pretended I didn't because I was still scared and didn't want you to leave. And somehow you knew that, so you came and sat on the bed and gave me a smile. I couldn't smile back, but I wanted to. You would smile for me if you could is what you said and then you said you'd stay until I fell asleep. I told you I wouldn't be able to, that the shadows were stalking me. And you gave me a look, some mixture of pity and worry and told me that they couldn't stalk me. They were just shadows. And besides, the whole room is shadows when there is no light. I wouldn't know the difference. And I told you I would. You kicked off your shoes and laid down beside me. Your arms found their way around my frame and our bodies fit together, my head against your chest, cradled by you. And I sighed. Because it felt so safe. And I forgot the shadows were waiting outside your embrace. But you didn't. So you stayed until my breathing evened, and even after. You didn't want the monsters to get me either. But you knew they would eventually. You tried to hold them off that night, and many nights after. But they got me anyway. And now I wish you didn't have to know that. I wish you didn't know you failed.
You told me to lay my head down in the blackest of rooms. I told you I didn't trust you to keep the monsters away. You switched on the nightlight and asked if that made it better. I shook my head and the tears running down my face flew off to the sides. You sighed, but there was nothing but concern in your eyes as your brain worked through all the possibilities to make me sleep. I saw it there, but I pretended I didn't because I was still scared and didn't want you to leave. And somehow you knew that, so you came and sat on the bed and gave me a smile. I couldn't smile back, but I wanted to. You would smile for me if you could is what you said and then you said you'd stay until I fell asleep. I told you I wouldn't be able to, that the shadows were stalking me. And you gave me a look, some mixture of pity and worry and told me that they couldn't stalk me. They were just shadows. And besides, the whole room is shadows when there is no light. I wouldn't know the difference. And I told you I would. You kicked off your shoes and laid down beside me. Your arms found their way around my frame and our bodies fit together, my head against your chest, cradled by you. And I sighed. Because it felt so safe. And I forgot the shadows were waiting outside your embrace. But you didn't. So you stayed until my breathing evened, and even after. You didn't want the monsters to get me either. But you knew they would eventually. You tried to hold them off that night, and many nights after. But they got me anyway. And now I wish you didn't have to know that. I wish you didn't know you failed.
Monday, March 20, 2006
star bursts/man face down on ground
black outline of land
sky's blue deviates light/dark
star bursts white like cloud
man face down on ground
shares kisses and breath with rock
watch biding his time
sky's blue deviates light/dark
star bursts white like cloud
man face down on ground
shares kisses and breath with rock
watch biding his time
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
a little break from haiku
author's note: lots and lots of haiku around here and not much else. most of what i write i'm keeping private in hopes of future publishing opportunities, but i do have some work that won't be headed that way, or will look so dramatically different if they do that it doesn't matter if i posted them here first. without further ado, enjoy the break from haiku.
Teeth Marks
Teeth Marks
a something by mjk
Your words spoke of absolution, or some other long word you don’t know how to spell and don’t know what it means, but you like the way it sounds. And while you sat there tapping the pen against your bottom lip (it’s mine and don’t you dare stick it in your mouth even if you asked so sweetly for a bit of time with my ink) trying to come up with a rhyme, I told you maybe it didn’t have to, that the words could work magic on their own without a gimmick. Your eyes flickered upwards/downwards and fixed me with disdain, as if you are the poet and I am just the silly scrap of paper you’re scribbling on. Scraps of blank paper don’t talk back, neither do pens, so you act shocked when you see the mouth move and hear the sounds vibrate yet never stop to acknowledge the words I form. The thing of it is, you asked and I gave, then you took and you left and I’m just stuck here examining the teeth marks in the cap, wondering if they’re yours or mine, wishing I had brought another pen.
a something by mjk
Your words spoke of absolution, or some other long word you don’t know how to spell and don’t know what it means, but you like the way it sounds. And while you sat there tapping the pen against your bottom lip (it’s mine and don’t you dare stick it in your mouth even if you asked so sweetly for a bit of time with my ink) trying to come up with a rhyme, I told you maybe it didn’t have to, that the words could work magic on their own without a gimmick. Your eyes flickered upwards/downwards and fixed me with disdain, as if you are the poet and I am just the silly scrap of paper you’re scribbling on. Scraps of blank paper don’t talk back, neither do pens, so you act shocked when you see the mouth move and hear the sounds vibrate yet never stop to acknowledge the words I form. The thing of it is, you asked and I gave, then you took and you left and I’m just stuck here examining the teeth marks in the cap, wondering if they’re yours or mine, wishing I had brought another pen.
Lost Puppies
Lost Puppies
a bit of flash by mjk
Most were found like lost puppies, something stumbled over that can’t be neglected. Justin asked for an extra pen at the coffee shop which he eventually used to write down her number; Theodore needed a scrap of paper at the bookstore, intended for an author’s name but used for hers instead; Cody at the grocery store who came up three dollars short at the register and insisted on paying her back with dinner. And Paul, the boldest of the bunch, who spotted her in the corner of a bar and offered to buy her a drink if she allowed him to read what she was writing. She kept Paul and gave the others to the pound.
a bit of flash by mjk
Most were found like lost puppies, something stumbled over that can’t be neglected. Justin asked for an extra pen at the coffee shop which he eventually used to write down her number; Theodore needed a scrap of paper at the bookstore, intended for an author’s name but used for hers instead; Cody at the grocery store who came up three dollars short at the register and insisted on paying her back with dinner. And Paul, the boldest of the bunch, who spotted her in the corner of a bar and offered to buy her a drink if she allowed him to read what she was writing. She kept Paul and gave the others to the pound.
jokes told/taunting travelers
jokes told, laughter shared
children in colorful pants
holding up brick wall
haiku from yesterday (3.11.2006)
frigid water flows
under cracked ice glacier path
taunting travelers
children in colorful pants
holding up brick wall
haiku from yesterday (3.11.2006)
frigid water flows
under cracked ice glacier path
taunting travelers
Friday, March 10, 2006
dangerous crossing/balance burdens
dangerous crossing:
rapids roar, back packed heavy,
mind tries for balance
fingers grip doused log
passage over waterfall
must balance burdens
rapids roar, back packed heavy,
mind tries for balance
fingers grip doused log
passage over waterfall
must balance burdens
Thursday, March 09, 2006
straw flakes/hazardous air
flurry of straw flakes
clouding blue sky as four arms
shake dust into wind
swirling particles:
irritants to eyes closed tight
to hazardous air
clouding blue sky as four arms
shake dust into wind
swirling particles:
irritants to eyes closed tight
to hazardous air
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
stern face half shadowed
stern face half shadowed
features taut as lines in brow
drawn deep by distress
features taut as lines in brow
drawn deep by distress
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
young and younger/masculine faces
boys, young and younger,
share safe embrace for picture
yet eyes see through lens
and another...
masculine faces
of the eastern edge cast glow
smiling joy on world
share safe embrace for picture
yet eyes see through lens
and another...
masculine faces
of the eastern edge cast glow
smiling joy on world
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