Entries By emay
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trench
Let it change your life. Face into the moment, the fire, the war waging since before we were born. Since before mankind was born. Face into the fire – let it change your life. Fall deep within the foxhole, trust your savior to stand up. Do not give up on yourself. Do not give up on your creator. Do not kill one another. Let the fear change your life.
Posted By emay On 04.09.2013 @ 10:12 am
plague
It started with the heat, cold pushing off to the north. The swarms were abundant, the crops had nothing to harvest. In the moment when everything seemed still, there was a baby crying. Not long after is when he died. Then, it was just the three of us alone.
Posted By emay On 04.01.2013 @ 7:57 am
trap
There’s a light, there’s a tunnel, a walkway, a snare. Whichever way you go, you’ll be there. Step on the wing and let go in the sky: whichever way you so, so will I… So let your hair fall out of your face, let the wind blow let it blow let it blow. Let the sky call you higher to grace, let the walls fall as you flee from this place.
Posted By emay On 08.02.2012 @ 9:56 am
losses
Never felt like it was enough anyways, she said, walking away. Never thought what? he yelled afterwards. She kept her stride, walking between people on the crowded sidewalk. As he followed her, she seemed to get faster – the people seemed to fill even more of the space, until all he could hear was her echo.
Posted By emay On 07.31.2012 @ 10:57 am
gladiator
Still in wait, a moment of pause before the fight begins. He heaves a breath, awaiting certain death, and knows that if nothing else, he will put everything he has into this fight. His breath is steady and strong, his eyes lowered. The bell rings. He looks up.
Posted By emay On 04.26.2012 @ 9:51 am
camera
A moment in time – “Take a picture, it lasts longer” the young girl laughs as she tosses her purse over the other shoulder. She does not know her beauty, the hidden moment of innocence that wanders off with age. She takes care to walk closely with her friends, showing only what will not be deemed inappropriate in school, and was that a wink the driver saw her throw his way? He will never be sure. (for KE, 2000)
Posted By emay On 02.06.2012 @ 5:28 am
hoop
wrapping around her hips, tempo just ever-so-slightly increasing, raising it to her chest, around her arms, neck, over and under, over and under, over and under, down to her knees, tensing in the thighs… she spins around herself, spinning around the world, the world spinning around her, moving in time with the universe as it spinnnns….
Posted By emay On 01.28.2012 @ 12:03 pm
bench
The snow circles the snowy hillside, and falls softly on shaky ground. The trees have long since left this hillside, and the dirt, en masse, launches its muddy self towards the road below. And the sidewalk above is left with little to stand upon, the woman who sits on the bench next to the road stands and watches the ground slip away instantly. She stands shakily, grateful for one more moment and her breath.
Posted By emay On 01.15.2012 @ 9:45 am
crisp
She sought through the warm wind the chasing of the sun. Out into the field, over moist grass, she fell into the soil underneath, past the layers of worms, far into the darkening abyss. Below her, the ground cracked, falling farther and farther, til on the other side, there was nothing but the sun to land upon.
Posted By emay On 01.14.2012 @ 10:42 am
apron
The ties are pulled tighter, snug around her waist, cynching in her sides and causing her to stand just a little taller. She puts her weight on the counter top, taking a few shorter breaths, waiting to find herself right back in the moment.
Posted By emay On 01.06.2012 @ 10:49 am
gown
The lace flew around her face and wrists, delicate arms held back by a shred of fabric. You could see just past her ankles, to where the leg began expanding again. As she moved, the motion was captured by satin, just the essence of the movements, the part the dress wanted you to see.
Posted By emay On 12.12.2011 @ 10:51 am
abstract
The solid lines seem to be like walls – capturing moments so ephemeral. I’ve tried for years to let the walls fall down, but they seemed so strong, so capable of holding and releasing, given the right door. the vestibule closed. the house shrunk. the walls became paper, the lines were just waves. the streets are lined with dreams now, not homes, lined with visions of what we wanted pulled out like silk threads from the abstract unknown.
Posted By emay On 11.14.2011 @ 8:35 am
epiphany
Letting go of the way things ought to be has opened up many doors. Each knob is a different feel, a different grasp must pull it, a different tugging sensation. When I can ignore what I expect from the door, I can let in more of the senses. What is on the other side is not something I can see from the door. So I close my eyes, swing open the handles, and await a surprise…
Posted By emay On 11.01.2011 @ 12:31 pm
awakening
Left to my own devices, I could have laid in bed all day. The warmth under covers, the longing of dreams I’ve just left behind, the breaking of daytime through pains of steaming glass. The twilight has faded, the dawn has arrived, yet it’s not my choice today as to what happens next…
Posted By emay On 10.23.2011 @ 5:11 pm
relate
Letting you in, letting her in, letting him in. This door is what I open. It is how we come to be in the same place. You enter through my door, you open yours to me. We enter the same room, become part of the same moment. Stare at the same artwork and out the same windows, work on the same desks, eat in this same kitchen. For just a few moments, it’s all I ask, before you go on back home.
Posted By emay On 10.20.2011 @ 1:38 pm
mutual
Every moment, your eyes are clear. Your thoughts are here, waiting for me to see them, through this window, as they say. I give you myself, a little at a time, a sort of bartering of the heart and mind. You hold on to me, I hold on to you. There’s little time to waste, so I give myself to you.
Posted By emay On 10.18.2011 @ 3:19 pm
compassion
Little by little, the light turns around. I thought I was faster than the setting sun, he said, trying to get everything done. He has given me more than he might be capable of, but it’s been just moments of his time, and to us both that is just fine…
the heart of one speaks to the heart of another in unison, through this way, the way, namaste, namaste.
Posted By emay On 10.14.2011 @ 10:11 am
iron
You hold hundreds of pounds in your hands, lifting for a brief moment and releasing. You take smaller fistfulls and curl them towards you. You hold me as you held them, tight and fast, weightless, bringing us closer to you.
Posted By emay On 10.10.2011 @ 7:25 am
setting
In the back of the forrest, the leaves are turning around, setting the tone for a golden chill, hues of firey red and pumpkiney orange, sunny yellow to hint at the warm weather. We’re lighting bonfires and staying up later into the dark, kissing in the cold and laying down in the damp grass.
Posted By emay On 10.07.2011 @ 8:28 am
suppose
Words from the stage, where you tell me how things should be. You suppose. And later, I see you frozen in time, in the lights as you tell your old lover how similar we both are. You speak to my face, even tonight, at the place I will return to again, where you left a ghost of your shadows, ready to tempt me with fate’s return.
Posted By emay On 10.03.2011 @ 3:59 pm
romantic
I’ve laid in these brambles before, discovering meaning amidst the lessons learned. I take time to tangle in your weeds, to find deeper layers of roots and shoots. There is a flower underneath, I can smell it. The flower is longing to find me. I simply have to know that it is there, that I have faith I can find it and give it the water it needs.
Posted By emay On 10.01.2011 @ 10:57 am
I let you see me, just like this. We look at each other. This is the first time. It will not be the last. You’ve brought me yourself, not tied with a bow, no little boxes, nothing florally fragrant, nothing you couldn’t hold without hands. You stand in front of me, and I see you, just like this.
Posted By emay On 09.30.2011 @ 12:49 pm
half
To one finds the other, the magical divide. A split – me. you. Somewhere in between, in the place where neither of us are, is where we find us. Together, in our separateness. Finding unity in the ether. You are the positive that pronounces the negative that makes the whole conduit electric.
Posted By emay On 09.29.2011 @ 1:44 pm
evidence
Things run around in circle, like children parading around something they want or something they’d like to be once they can stand taller than chair’s height, once they can reach up and turn the light switch themselves. Things are repeated, things come in cycles, things pile up until their truth is so obvious that you cannot acknowledge otherwise…
Posted By emay On 09.27.2011 @ 6:51 am
I left a trail for you to follow. It doesn’t lead to me. It will bring you back to the places we used to be, will wander through the bars and haunted hotels, trail us through the woods near where we used to live. The evidence will dangle from street-signs and broken mailboxes. It doesn’t lead to me.
Posted By emay On 09.26.2011 @ 7:33 pm
couch
I lay on my side, watching you click away in the other room. Tap tap tap… pause. For a whole minute, you are sitting there. What are you looking at? What words are you reading? I sit up on the sofa, ready to come talk to you, to find out what’s on your mind. I sit for a whole minute. Then, I lay back on my side.
Posted By emay On 09.21.2011 @ 12:33 pm
concern
Letting down your eyes, your hair falls on the table. “I just don’t get it. Is it me?” I watch you slowly, carefully, as you wade inside your memories. “You care about other people so much”, I say. “It’s you, but it doesn’t have to be such a bad thing.”
Posted By emay On 09.18.2011 @ 2:28 pm
average
Jittery jabber along the sidewalk cafe. Today is just another day, she says, sipping her latte, staring off into space. the lines were barely visible with this light on her face. in a moment or two, she’ll be off, and perhaps I’ll never see her again. But for now, it’s just another moment, just another day.
Posted By emay On 09.15.2011 @ 1:10 pm
cigarette
Maybe she was sensing it correctly, and maybe not. But she held her breath before exhaling, long enough that the cigarette smoke came out thin and restless. She took it as a sign. She was the smoke, she knew, and wafted through the room as if people could see through her, as if she would be gone soon anyways, just a smell lingering on their fingers, burning their eyes and drifting into their clothes.
Posted By emay On 07.15.2011 @ 8:19 pm
