a swan, snow-feathered,
you seemed, until you molted
to reveal a duck
with feathers like the mountain:
snow melting, lilies blooming
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[Camp NaNo, Day 12] ChildrenThere is a family down the street with six children. Or, at least, Gray and I count six from our window. We watch them wheel in circles in the street. The windows are closed, but I can hear their squealing from here. It is a noise we both have grown unaccustomed to.
Gray says that if he looked away, he would be unable to tell if they were squealing in joy or distress. Just like piglets, I say.
How uncharitable, he remarks.
And now you know why I don't want any, I say.
We continue watching, because the chores are done and the housemates are gone and there is nothing better to do, and it has been a long time since we last watched children play in the street. I ask Gray how long it has been, and he says it has been at least six years. I comment that time sure flies, and he agrees, though he comments also on the cliche.
Another child squeals. I look and deduce that it was from joy. At least it's better than silence, I say.
I tell Gray that even if I do not have
[Camp NaNo, Day 11] CelebrationSoon after going home for the summer, she decided she was sick of home cooking.
Her chance came when her parents drove north on a weekend trip. They had invited her to come along and see her cousins, but she had managed to convince them that she was too tired from work and that she would have trouble studying on the road. Thankfully, they had dropped it at that, and she hadn't needed to cook up any further reasons.
They had left the fridge stocked with leftovers, with homemade bread and dumplings, but she ignored them and dialed a local pizzaria's number. The employee who picked up was pleasant-voiced, with a crisp Southern accent that reminded her of her high school friends.
"I'd like a large pizza, please," she said.
"What toppings would you like?" asked the employee.
"Pineapple," she said, because she was the only person in her family who liked pineapple. "Extra pineapple."
"Will you be picking it up, or would you like it delivered?"
After providing her address,
[Camp NaNo, Day 10] FrostQuite fittingly, she dreamed of being sick while she was sick.
In her dream, she was the only patient in the room. The nurses and doctors spoke in hushed tones around her; more than once, she caught whispers of "that poor girl."
There was an IV in her right arm. It itched, and she tried to pull it out, but a doctor frowned at her and she stopped. There were oxygen tubes up her nose, which she minded less since the air from them was pleasantly cool. She felt fine, except for the fact that she couldn't get out of bed, and she wondered what she had been hospitalized for.
Her supervisor from the lab she worked at came to visit her, bearing a tray of mouse DNA samples, pipets, and a slab of agarose gel.
"I know you're sick, but could I have your help loading these samples?" her supervisor asked, an apologetic smile on her face. She didn't have the heart to say no.
She set the tray in front of her, and one by one, she pipetted each sample into separate hollows in the gel. Her bed was not
[Camp NaNo, Day 9] FootstepsThat summer night, she learned that supermoons were not auspicious omens.
She had been sitting at her desk, the overhead light on, her laptop open and playing quiet classical music in front of her, her statistics textbook open on her lap, her head bent as she read the most recent chapter on confidence intervals. Gray sat next to her, hands folded across his lap, eyes closed. Then she heard her father call her name from downstairs.
"Did you see the supermoon?" he called.
"The what?" she called back. Gray opened his eyes.
"There's supposed to be a 'supermoon' tonight," she heard her father say. "Are you able to see it?"
She glanced at a window behind her and saw only darkness. "No," she replied.
"Let's see if we can find it!" She heard her father get up.
"No, I'm fine," she called back hastily, but the stairs were already squeaking. He entered the room and walked over to the window, craning his neck.
"Did you see anything?" he asked.
"No," she said. Gray was sitting completely still, but
[Camp NaNo, Day 8] AspirationShe remembers a conversation she had with Gray that still makes her sigh.
Many summers ago, he was waiting for her when she walked outside, leaving the house empty. Not going to call Angela and the others today? he asked as they began walking down the street.
Nope, she said. You're more interesting to talk to, and she has soccer practice.
I don't know how to feel about your word order, he responded. She laughed.
They continued down the block and came to a large fountain, with a base big across as a living room and a jet the height of a ceiling. They say that you can see a huge rainbow when the sunlight hits this fountain at the right angle, she said. They walked around the fountain, twice, but saw no rainbows. Screw you too, she told the fountain. She picked up a pebble and tossed it at the fountain. It plinked into the water, like a coin, and sunk.
Why did you do that? he asked. It's not the fountain's fault.
I know, she s
[Camp NaNo, Day 6] ChoughsOne summer afternoon in the city, she sits in the back seat of a car idling in a Kroger's parking lot, waiting along with her father, who is busy checking his Blackberry, for her mother. They had already picked up what they came to the store for, but her mother had noticed a sale on peaches as they were leaving.
There is a man standing outside the front door of the car parked a space away. He is looking at a notepad. As she watches, he crosses one thing out and writes in another. The window rolls down, and a young boy pops his head out.
"Dad!" he yells, grinning. "Dad! Guess what! You can't get in!"
"Oh yeah?" she hears the man say.
"You can't get in, 'cause I locked all the doors!" his son says.
"Mmhm," says the man, still looking at his list.
She looks past them, to the swaying trees lining the parking lot. She listens to their rustling, which is strangely muted. Earlier that day, her mother had seen the two white hairs she had on her head. She had made a displeased noise and sa
Write More (In Passing)looking for diction
in airy moments
I fold those eyelids
Dream a Dreamdreams of you dreaming,
me dreaming of you dreaming
dreams of me dreaming.
waking up to you
breathing deep in your rem sleep
hair pillows my head.
seesaw as I sleep
you wake to the sound of me
heart beats steady sweet
we meet in our sleep
undefined space to fill
lets dream layered dreams
becoming us instead of,
a me and a you.
architects of dreams
opalacent sky scrapers
love transcendent here
ushering us into selves
no longer us, two.
we stir from our dreams
dreams of eachother dreaming
dreamt up each every night.
to dream of our selves
later we'll dream us again
now is just our own.
when Love is with you
dreams drip steadily into wake,
life is but a dream.
The Devil's Drink... The Devil's Drink ... by David Nicholas
Glug, slurp, gulp & swig
Loved by all classes & creeds
For a buzz or blitz
What be your poison?
Do you crave fresh cold beer or
Have taste more refined?
Rich folks collect ‘em,
The poor can pass time with ‘em
Like a friends’ circle
But bear this in mind
This drink can bring out devils
To wreak hell’s havoc
Long-term health issues
Needless brawls and drunken calls
And endless lives trashed
So enjoy yourselves
But please be responsible
Life’s too good to waste
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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