Entries Tagged as 'Sensations'
Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
Vignettes I
We sit in the van breathing the same air, together in the seven-seater as a family for the first time in many years. “It’s so weird,” my sister insists, “it’s so weird, graduating.” Four hundred families had celebrated her graduating class that afternoon. My dad looks over the driver’s seat, “How does it feel?” “It’s a […]
Sunday, March 12th, 2006
picturesque.
Sometimes you wish you had a camera with you, but I’m glad I don’t this time. It’s quite picturesque, this view with the Bay Bridge lit by the glittering gold of sky and watery reflected light, framed by the ominous presence of fast-floating rainclouds (with troves and spots and colors of blues, purples and electric […]
Saturday, January 14th, 2006
it sounds blue
Last night I dreamt again I was playing the piano. It was a melancholy piece, set to raindrops echoing off roof shingles. I was playing by sight, with no direction or closure in mind. It was simple, just: play what comes to mind and to ear. I played in D# minor, no particular reason except that […]
Thursday, November 10th, 2005
scales
A Letter: God, I want the real thing. Don’t let me settle for anything less. I want to be around the crazy ones, whose hearts’ eyes fill to the brim with hopeLoveFaith and they see that ambition fulfilled before their lives are over. They are like Kerouac’s mad ones; mad to live, mad to burn, mad to […]
Wednesday, September 28th, 2005
Reading, but not Remembering
Her voice is low, husky, tinged with sadness, she speaks in a tone that whispers melancholy. Margaret Treadbar, from St. Louis. She’s a stroke survivor who cannot recall anything in her short term memory. She can read, but will not remember once the bookends close. She’s regained her speech and relearned reading from scratch. But anything […]
Friday, May 6th, 2005
Obs.
Overcast days make beautiful days. ——–and, You ever walk down the street, headphones clamped on tight and a song comes on that makes you feel like it’s a scene out of a movie? Like there should be a camera crew following you around? Either you’re doing the slow-serious contemplative walk down the street to the slow […]
Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
On dying young.
He doesn’t find it funny, how it was when he was young and waiting for his mother to pick him up from school that every minute she is late grows more certain the possibility she has died. It is always death, as he would wait outside and agonizingly ponder every single one of the infinite […]
Wednesday, December 29th, 2004
ocean’s deep
Two AM in the wrong time zone. My thoughts are swimming with all the wrong things. Television fires fiery images of the dead, dying under burnt ash, collapsed rubble and the ocean that comes in uninvitedly and sweeps things out. Like a thief in the night. Comes in with nothing but a whisper of a […]
