The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

“Replica” by Frederico Garcia Lorca

Only a single bird
is singing.
The air is cloning it.
We hear through mirrors.


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My Relationship with Love…

is my medicine
and it’s also my disease
it makes me sneeze
it makes my flesh crawl
it makes my heart spit at me
for being so blue, morose
and un-loveable

is my master and also my slave
because I work it ’til it bleeds
my reflection is not of me
but of what I feel
when I think of what could be
what could blossom between us
if you would only look at me
with a light in your eyes

is my teacher and also what’s corrupted me
because at night
when I’m trying to sleep
I can’t help but think of Love
I feel it tickling my wrist
I feel it biting my breast
it’s just a tease
because when I awake the next morning
I’m cold and alone…

written: August 31, 2010

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Mid-Week Update (2)

On Saturday, I made it to book three of Ernest Hemingway’s “A Farewell to Arms”. Ernest Hemingway is a writer that I’ve heard about pretty much in the background all of my life and as I’ve gotten older and began reading more, I was gathering an interest in reading his work. Thanks to Goodreads, I started with “A Farewell to Arms” and I’m really enjoying it. I look forward to reading more of his work.

I will now share more of my planned future reading plans… At the moment, I’m re-reading the entire “Harry Potter” series. March 1, 2012 I want to start reading all of Colette’s books (even the ones that I’ve read already). September 1, 2012 I want to re-read “The Book of Disquiet” by Fernando Pessoa. Earlier, January 1, 2012, I want to start reading “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy” and “Daily Guideposts 2012” in an effort to be a more calm and at peace person (wish me luck…) I’ve been reading the book of Psalms in the Bible and when I’m finished I want to start reading the book of Numbers. I think that the Bible, like all religious books, are incredibly interesting and have wonderful storytelling with facts and history about life, the world and us creatures called “humans”.

I hope everyone is having and will continue to have a great week;)

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Five Questions on Saturday (5)

Q: Which do you like best, aeroplanes, hovercrafts or helicopters?
A: Aeroplanes, I guess.

Q: Who were Bobby’s guests at the dinner party to introduce Geoff to everyone?
A: I don’t know. Who’s Bobby? Who’s Geoff?

Q: Can a man have woman’s eyes?
A: Yeah, I know this guy named N. who has the prettiest hazel-brown eyes. Prettier than any woman’s eyes.

Q: Can you tell from a photograph if the person in it is alive or dead?
A: Uh… I’ve never tried that but you probably can.

Q: How long are the veins in your left arm if they’re taken out and laid in a line?
A: Um, I guess about my height: 5’4″.

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Mid-Week Update

My cold is finally gone and even better, my voice is back to normal, not that it wins me Grammys or anything…

I have’nt finished any books or written anything of creative interest. I’ve recently made it to chapter eleven, “Quidditch” of “Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone” and it’s been a real treat because the first time that I read it I was only eleven (or twelve) and I read so much more better now (with more comprehension) then when I was a tween. One question, why is it titled “Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone” in the U.K.? Or was I misinformed?

Here are two parts from two poems that I read earlier this week that really caught my undivided attention. These first lines are from a poem by Elizabeth Bishop ,titled “Insomnia”:

“into that world inverted
where left is right,
where the shadows are really
the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow
as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.”

These following lines are from a poem by Mina Loy, titled “Three Moments in Paris”:

“Though you had never
possessed me
I had belonged to you since
the beginning of time”

I hope everyone has had and will continue to have a great week…

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Five Questions on Saturday (4)

Q: How would you explain the workings of the human circulatory system?
A: I can’t.

Q: What is politics?
A: It’s…(?)

Q: Why do most crimes take place at night?
A: Because criminals believe that the night can conceal them.

Q: Are you a voyeur?
A: I guess so.

Q: What is your earliest memory?
A: Being in, like a daycare center, eating PB & J on crackers when my mom and her husband at that time and my little brother were living in Minnesota.

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Happy Monday…

Hopefully, everyone’s Monday began (or is beginning) happily. I’d like to think that I started this week on a goode note. I went to the library, the Rogers Park Branch on Clark street.

I wore one of my long scarves which did make me sweat because of this warm weather… I was probably overdressed… but, then again, I am still sick (coughing, sore throat, stuffy and runny right nostril)…

I returned items at the library from my little brother’s and my own account. I spent about 35 or 45 minutes in the library looking for things to check out. I found five books and two DVDs:

1)”Psychology The Easy Way” by
Nancy J. Melucci, Ph.D < I'm
ridiculously interested- no,
INFATUATED with the world
of psychology
2)"The Collection of Hearts: New
Tales of The Grotesque" by Joyce
Carol Oates < Joyce Carol Oates
is one of my favorite writers who I
always forget about
3)"Those Who Ride The Night Winds:
Poems" by Nikki Giovanni
4)"For colored girls/ who have
considered suicide when the
rainbow is enuf" by Ntozake
Shange < I read this in 2009. I
really enjoyed it. No, I did not
watch the Tyler Perry film and I
really don't care to
5)"Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse
< I checked this out for my mom,
though it is on my "to-read"
6)"A Midsummer Night's Dream" <
The version with Michelle Pfeiffer.
I've seen this twice before and
love it. This is my favorite
Shakespeare play
7)"The Color Purple" < with Whoopi
Goldberg and Oprah Winfrey and
Danny Glover. I've seen it once
before. The book is also on my
"to-read" booklist

I hope everyone has a great and productive week and if it does'nt turn out that way, you can always drink#;-)

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Five Questions on Saturday (3)

Q: Do you like spicy food?
A: Yeah.

Q: Are you in favour of a speedy revolution?
A: I guess.

Q: Why do people like the sea?
A: ‘Cause it’s pretty to look at.

Q: Who told us to wear flowers in our hair in 1967?
A: Yoga teachers and potheads.

Q: What is the difference between the eyes of flesh- eating animals and those of plant- eating animals?
A: I don’t know.

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Ten Years Later

it was ten years ago
that I was born
and the death came
I could believe now
that it was some sort
of a sacrifice

I was not okay then
and I sure am not now
I move, I dance
I cry, I scream,
to read, to write

yes, I’m watching closely
and paying attention
as best as I can
but, I ask you
who’s looking out for me…?
who’s there to pick me up
when I fall?
who’s there with a solution
to MY problem?
who’s shoulder can I cry
on in the middle of the street?

I found myself paralyzed
by my fear,
by my sadness
by my failures
and a complete fool
for the small thread
of hope that I cling to

written: October 30, 2010

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Midsummer. Sex. Despair.

cookies crumbled into a pile of sugar
on the table; the tablecloth is a
busy, patchwork print; hypnotic to
stare at
music plays, maybe it’s even a
beautiful song… people come out
of the woodwork, and they dance;
I close my eyes and allow them…
is there someone who exists on
earth, who can make everything
okay? so that I can finally breathe again,
dream and finally admit that ‘ I love you’…
my body is such a coward, she
betrays me; I’m sold to the lightest
touch, the softest and sweetest kiss
makes me drip like an ice cube in
the sun until there’s not a piece of
me left…

written: July 20, 2011

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