Entries By catbeazle
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broadcast
at night the grass rages in the park across the river, the hill is silent and trees broadcast earth to sky repeating, “Life, life, life.”
Posted By catbeazle On 12.08.2012 @ 2:35 pm
roof
When I was a kid, my bedroom window looked out onto a roof at the back of our house. One day I was helping my Dad as he was re-decorating my room. I felt sad for no reason, something that happened to me a lot then. I said “Dad, I don’t want you to die” I fought back tears, surprised and embarrassed at my own honesty. “Where will you go?” He smiled. He took a bucket of wallpaper scraps he had peeled from the walls. “What happens if I burn these?” “They turn to ash’, I said. “True. And if I throw the ash out onto the roof?” “It gets washed away”, I said, gazing at the thin rain falling outside. “Where to?”, he asked. “To the streams and rivers and down to the sea,” I said. He was still smiling. I turned away and through my tears I watched the rain fall, slow and steady down the window pane, and away.
Posted By catbeazle On 12.06.2012 @ 4:09 pm
simple
the flowers I brought for love were simples for its cure.
Posted By catbeazle On 12.05.2012 @ 4:45 pm
ground
I am not afraid of heights. I’m not even really afraid of falling. Its hitting the ground that troubles me.
Posted By catbeazle On 11.05.2012 @ 4:47 pm
wet
whatever dr amphor had given me, made my thoughts blaze like fireworks against the blackness of my mind. I moved slowly, like a reluctant waiter, underwater. a traffic light shone on the wet, black road, blinking meaninglessly. I stared at it for two or three million years. I was far from home. I was in trouble. I was wearing one shoe.
Posted By catbeazle On 10.11.2012 @ 5:20 pm
secret
the wind stole my breath and wordless I was bereaved of all my secrets.
Posted By catbeazle On 08.03.2012 @ 5:05 pm
statement
he was stylish in a loud, obvious way. his clothes made a statement. the kind of statement made under duress, at 3.00am, in a hot police cell.
Posted By catbeazle On 07.26.2012 @ 2:23 pm
doorknob
I turned from the window, where I had been gazing out at the meadows where we used to walk and the distant oak trees where we had tried many times to shelter from the rain. The sadness in my heart turned to a jolt of fear as I saw the doorknob slowly and soundlessly start to turn.
Posted By catbeazle On 07.14.2012 @ 6:59 am
bucket
a child on the beach I held a bucket brimful; plastic handle quivered; in this small water all the gravity and mass of an ocean returning to itself
Posted By catbeazle On 07.08.2012 @ 3:00 pm
detention
The sign on the wall was fly-blown and crooked. It said “DETENTION”. The room was hot as a border-town and airless as a morgue. In the corner, a thin man was kneeling and being sick into a plastic bucket, his whole body convulsing with each spasm. Elsewhere, men, tough looking men were avoiding each other’s gaze with the studied air of the guilty, or at least those considered to be guilty, which here was pretty much the same thing. An old timer was singing fragments of a tune with all the enthusiasm of a man going for root canal work. I sat and did nothing except breathe and I was trying to do not much of that.
Posted By catbeazle On 07.06.2012 @ 6:36 pm
science
were I the architect of my desires, were i to know the science of the heart or understand what alchemy of memory had burnished your name to gold before my grieving eyes, could I yet call you mine without a mouth stopped full of soot.
Posted By catbeazle On 07.05.2012 @ 5:40 pm
modem
the modem fizzed and popped like a battery shorting out in a glass of champagne. he had not checked his email since before being sent to pentonville. she hadn’t written, but had she tried to email?
Posted By catbeazle On 07.05.2012 @ 6:51 am
railroad
we stood by the railroad tracks. the dust he had kicked from his boots rising in a red plume in the late afternoon sun. we both knew we would not see each other again. I thanked him. As we shook hands I thought I saw the hint of a tear in his eye, but his hand was firm and strong. must be the dust, i thought. just dust.
Posted By Catbeazle On 07.03.2012 @ 2:21 pm
harness
the feel of a kite string in my hand the thrumming of the line the insistent signal from sky to earth to harness the power of the wind
Posted By catbeazle On 07.03.2012 @ 8:42 am
