Resurrection Emails

You are dead
for all I know
once something is gone
from our personal celestial spheres
it ceases to exist
and is therefore dead
to us

Resurrection, sometimes, comes
in the form of an email virus
-why for heaven's sake is my email
still in your contacts list, I think,
then realize
yours is probably still in mine:
a tenuous connection that nags not,
tugs not on memories
but instead proffers cheap drugs-
or a mutual connection
in the social network game

But these miracles are rare
like finding a worthwhile comment
among all the chaff we create
while touting our blurbed selves
and displaying a remarkable knack
for idiocy delivered in small doses

Or maybe it is I
who have passed
expired into oblivion
being converted into dust
by the trampling of feet above
Yes, it is I
We are oblivious to one another
and therefore dead 
while our hearts beat in alternate lives
threads of bytes that are lost
in the mass of dead pixels.

Blue Sky with Clouds

Blue Sky with Clouds, originally uploaded by Reinalasol.

Who doesn't need a blue sky now and then?

Lunar Phases

I will be the moon
if you will be the sky around me
holding me up
from the ground

You will let me be full
sometimes
and sometimes new

I know I have only
reflected sunlight
but with you here
I can make my own shine

I will let you be dark
sometimes
but never eclipsed.

~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~

Gravity/Grab At Me

Beloved, you know I find
letting myself
be lov-ed difficult, in part or full

A disclaimer, then, I state:
If I should slip,
trip, I this claim:

I am yours for sunsets
For sunrises, until
after our suns set

When the moon rises
I will rise mooning,
howling love.

For every eclipse, I will
let you eke bliss
out of my heart

The gravity of this love is
for me weightless,
grab at me what it will

For I know I am beloved
sun or moon or none
and vow to be so loved.

~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~

Waterfall and Over

Spring is back! It was eminently enjoyable after a stressful few months to just sit on a blanket in the baskable sun and feel the warmth on my skin.

Donated my hair again, much shorter than I've had it in ages. Looks very poofy and professional the way the salon did it.

Life is stressful, this we know. Lately it's been more than normally so for me. Full of medical concerns for my family, full of financial concerns for the same, and trying to find a place to buy with the boyfriend. I started this blog because I needed an outlet for emotions, ideas, and my imagination. I don't know how much longer I will continue writing about my life or events in it, but I will probably keep posting snippets of fiction, poetry, and other creations for as long as I have them.

Take care all!

Down the Stairs Quickly

Lots of craziness lately...upheaval medical, financial, relationship-al, and mental. Still hanging in there and enjoying life as best as possible.


No soundtrack, quote, or new information today. Gotta have some sort of mystery about me, don't I? Stay warm, or cool, and be nice to everyone.

Winter for the Win!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! Winter is here! *Cue funky boogie-down music.*
Or maybe more like odd icicles melting musically with whimsical chimes music. Either way, it's time for long prowling nights for nocturnal creatures, frigid temperatures for the cold-blooded, and snow for the well-camouflaged white beings.

Timely Soundtrack: "Song for a Winter's Night" by Sarah McLachlan.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake." - from "Winter-Time" by Robert Louis Stevenson.
What I Learned Today: All about bandy.

Flickr Sets Set to Poems

Or vice versa. Now several poems of the type that inspire things have their own photo sets on Flickr. Check out the few I've done so far. Also visible on each poem's page and on the Poetry Monster.

Games
Navigation
Photographie
Reptile
Zephyr

Timely Soundtrack: "Down Boy" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Quote Trapped in My Head: See above.
What I Learned Today: Content wrappers are annoying.

Close for Comfort

pan09_chir_ (232), originally uploaded by Reinalasol.

And it is comfy-soft-smooth.

Things I Wish Someone Would Do For Me

Because I love surprises so much...

-Leave a present in my apartment as a surprise for when I get home.
-Make a playlist and sneak it onto my computer or my iPod.
-Write a really stupid joke with "I love you" as the punchline.
-Organize my photos and make a scrapbook of my life.
-Make waffles and deliver them to my bedside.
-Read my poems and give me feedback.
-Ignore the really awful poetry I've written.
-Scrub out my tub - yeah, no getting around this one, have to buckle down and do it.
-Watch a series I like as a surprise.
-Tell me good news.
-Smile when I sing.

Timely Soundtrack: "Witch (Made to Measure)" by Clinic off of Do It.
What I Learned Today: Amber Benson has written a few books!

To Weddings, Parties, Disasters, and Life

A quick summation of my last 3 months:
- To Panama and back again, having so much fun!
- More work on Tabby, and now she needs a new air compressor, like, yesterday.
- One bachelorette party, one bridal shower, one wedding, all down!
- One bachelorett party, one rehearsal, one wedding, to go.
- One painful glandular/jaw-related infection.
- New computer, though glitchy, now has its wireless problems fixed.
- Haven't been hiking in ages.
- New camera beloved by all.
- Saw 4th of July fireworks from 5 blocks from my house, since they were on the west side of the Hudson (thanks, Henry!) this time.
- Raj-paj got married!
- What, that's not enough to have happened? You want more?






Fine. House in CT is almost done being remodeled!

Timely Soundtrack: "Vida es Un Carnaval" by Celia Cruz off of Mi Vida es Cantar.
Quote Trapped in My Head: None.
What I Learned Today: I hate honey mustard flavored things.

I Hate Luck

So, in the past few months, the following has happened:
-Had to replace brakes on Tabby.
-Closet shelves broke because I have too many clothes (no such thing!).
-Bed frame scared me by coming apart (no, I wasn't jumping on it).
-Stove unnerved me by seeming to break, but turned out to be all right.
-Realized it will take me forever to save up enough money for a down payment on a house.
-Got stuck in traffic every time I tried to take a new route to work - like today, when I got stopped by two accidents and a third trying to turn around and start over, using alternate roads.
-Just realized I don't have my banking info, so no direct deposit of tax return for me.
-Feel sick, stomach in knots, painful and nauseous.

Timely Soundtrack: None.
Quote Trapped in My Head: None.
What I Learned Today: I hate commuting.

Sad Hurricane

Sad when the hurricane
must make the choice
to censor its howling winds
clip its powerful wings.

And thus fade gracefully
wearing the mantle of normalcy
of love and decency, of shame
oppressive with heated cheeks.

Contrary to accepted legend
there was no temptation or
grand seduction cascading
into the last downfall

Rather a decision to slow down
let human fingers split your storm
shrug off immortal armor
permit mortals to love you

Not as worshipers from afar
prayed and pled at your command
but as equals, or nearly so
this requires a demise of myth

A return, a decrease, a downgrade
a self-desecration traded for love
Will you love the captured whirlwind
once it has lost its powers?

Weep for the hurricane, its eye
has dried its only tears.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~

On Our Way

To winter!
That means it's time for delicious cold, refreshing wind, and drinking your weight in hot cocoa.

Also means time for gift shopping, which is one of my favorite things to do, even with the economy...hmmm...shall we say, feeling a bit under the weather?

It just means you have to be more creative, and buy less for yourself during those forays into shops.

As much as I used to love wrapping presents in complimentary colors, picking appropriate paper for a child's toy and an adult's serious book, I appreciate the fun of getting an unmarked package, something wrapped in newspaper or handmade wrapping, or even a brown paper bag.

The anticipation, for me, is always greater when waiting for a friend to open a gift (I can never keep from giving them as soon as possible, just to get that pleasant rush sooner) than when opening my own presents. Part of the fun is the surprise, and part of it is in the hope that this gift means as much to the recipient as it meant to you to pick it out, or make it, care for it, and give it away.

Hope you all have as much fun as I do gifting!

Timely Soundtrack: "Autopilot" by Queens of the Stone Age off ofRated R.
Quote Trapped in My Head:
"And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,
The very crown of nature's changing year
When all her surging life is at its full.
To me alone it is a time of pause,
A void and silent space between two worlds,
When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,
Gathering strength for efforts yet to come.
For life alone is creator of life,
And closest contact with the human world
Is like a lantern shining in the night
To light me to a knowledge of myself.
I love the vivid life of winter months
In constant intercourse with human minds,
When every new experience is gain..."
- Amy Lowell "Summer"
What I Learned Today: Why it pays to do your job in two languages at once.

Home

Now we have arrived
in this new arrangement
strangeness surrounds us
even as we call it home

unfamiliarity
beats our hearts fast
when the lights are out
when wind roars overhead

infuriates us
looking for the lost
pieces of our old lives
and a new set of keys

drives us mad
dervishes of activity
moving dreamlike through
this odd landscape

And this is what we
came here to find?
What we all search for
it's not elusive at all

linguistically, that is
a few slips, trips of the
old tongue before we manage
to get the words right

tripping over old things
falling onto new floors
falling into new arms
and calling this all
home

~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~

Thin and Red

That time again...

Time for autumn to smack us in the face with wet leaves and fire smoke, drown us in fresh apple cider and preservative-laced candy, assault our ears with crunching leaf sounds.

Time to watch the shadows of empty trees grow longer while the days grow weaker, losing their fight with the nights earlier every day.

Time to pretend to be what we're not, and forget what we are, then face the light of day in smeared make-up and rumpled costumes.

Time to race fallen leaves in a headlong rush into winter.

Timely Soundtrack: "Strange Currencies" by R.E.M. off of Monster.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labour by taking up another." - Anatole France.
What I Learned Today: How to know when you've changed.

Newsblipreelflashes

What a time it was, oh what a time it was...
These last few months.

In said past few months I have:
Hiked up a storm, though still not enough...
Participated in a bubble fight in Manhattan...
Gone to four parties in one day...
Played with sparklers...
Seen an Off-Broadway version of Damn Yankees...
Gotten a GPS (Hi, GiGi!)...
Taken mi Ranita sailing, which he loved...
Partied on a roof...
Gone to the Bronx Zoo (rode a camel, again!)...
Taught 20+ children 2 songs and hand motions in 3 days...
Gone to a wake...
Spent time in a hospital trying to help out people I consider family...
Told off a surgeon...
Attended a wedding on a boat cruising the East River...
Broken Meica, my beloved camera...
Played Donkey Kong Country on LB's Super NES...
Gone to the US Open Opening Night...
And most recently, "stolen" Emblem's new 360 (snicker).

And that's not even all of it.

Timely Soundtrack: "Bookends Theme" by Simon and Garfunkel off of Bookends.
Quote Trapped in My Head: See above. "I was too young to clean graves" from "Memorial Day, 1972", a poem by Sherman Alexie.
What I Learned Today: I hate air conditioning.

Flung

So you've
decided
to be cold now
in your bones and in your bed

All those things
I wish I had
you'd rather
throw them out instead

Although the poet
said "rage, rage"
you prefer
to hang your head

You're not just
letting life
go out you're
trying to be dead

And we faithful
are meant to
understand
bite down on our tongues

You can cut out
burn off
all you are
treat it like rotting lungs

For me, please,
be careful
to always know
where your heart you have flung

The thought of
your face without
you behind it
leaves me hurt as one stung

You're better
than this ending
than any
self-imagined disgrace

Worth more than
anyone's words,
of immeasurable value
but if yourself you do replace

You bring the queen
low, become
an empty shell
that wears your old face

Trust the words
of one whose
journey began
in that wretched place

Shut the door
for a moment,
for a year
never throw out the key.

-----------AEW-----------

Scent Marking

Scent marking
my way into your heart
I believe you may have one
you wear it on your sleeve
with a poker face to match

I can't tell if you can love.
Though really, this nose knows
its owner's heart is often fickle
flitting from fragrance to fragrance
mimicking each shift in the wind

But if my native perfume could
but seep into your veins
hide in your arteries, pump into
that quiet heart of yours
for but one beat, one breath, one life

I will consider myself more fortunate
than any who have gone before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Triggers

It's funny how certain words, certain sounds can trigger reactions. I don't mean that you hear "Duck" and adrenaline pumps through you, or even that a song can release a memory - happy or sad - from the depths of your brain. I mean the way you hear a phrase or noise and it hits you, viscerally, with no warning, and before you can even identify the emotion parts of you are reacting.

Last week and this weekend, I had several examples of this slip into my ears. Confusing, maddening, and sometimes melancholy-inducing, that's what memories are for.

Timely Soundtrack: "Pretty Piece of Flesh by One Inch Punch, off of .
What I Learned Today: Sometimes, it's not going to all be alright. Other times, all is well.

Left Socks

You make my kitchen a mess
of cooked eggs and
coffee smells

You carelessly leave
CDs and clothes at my place
your scent on my pillow

Every morning it gets longer
the struggle to wake you up
not let you keep your dreamhold

To push us from the
kiss-sleep-kiss-sleep night
into the no-time day

I guess, in the left socks and
left messages, I see love
in the little things

And hear it when you whisper
barely above a sigh
thinking I am quite asleep

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

Primavera

Welcome Spring!

First green so some say
though holly and fir are wick
still, warmth is welcome
----AEW

Body

Dear body of mine,
I must apologize for mistreating you
for putting in you
what I should have spit out
cholesterol and pills
bad food and worse people
defeated thoughts and
dirty habits that stuck
gum-like in the stomach
rotting in you for years
and
always too much salt with
not enough sugar.

For not letting you run
ungainly and hurtling
down grassy slopes or
none-too-carefully through
forests clogged with foot-traps or
letting you leap, uncontrolled
uproariously
when I felt the restlessness
singing a rhythm in my limbs
and
for dancing too much for others
and not enough for us.

For occasionally despising you
wishing parts of you away - all that
time spent in front of the
mirrors of others' eyes
I could not see the beauty in you
meant only for mine
then expecting you to serve me
when I needed you again
kept you living for
one look of satisfaction that
when given, only meant
I congratulated myself.

For falling when you wanted to climb
for resting when you wanted to push
for the disconnect between body and mind
between love of you, body and body-love
for the fire,
for the blame,
for the wire,
for the pain
for never forgiving that one time
we fell, slipped, bobbled
for letting you take the risks and
reaping the rewards with your hands.

Yet I know you forgive me;
what can cells do but reconnect?
I more than love you, so
forgive me when I
do it all again tomorrow; but, someday:
I will push off
from the earth
into the shock of waves
swim kick and float
into the deep, into a bright sun
until you have peace.

~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Car Horn

After a car horn sounds
from upstairs comes a rumbling
As of a great beast moving
shouldn't sound so frightening
so evil
but it does to me
but to her it's her heart quickening
that thrill of a lover arriving
one last
brush of makeup
one last
kiss
At the mirror
and well, it's just
it's just
it is just, isn't it? this justice of fear and love all in one
it's just love and death
the thrill of both might pale
contrasting with the blush
flush and lushness of kissed lips
one last
press of body on body
one last
push of lips on lips
and well, you're just
I'm just
we are just, aren't we? just in this love and as one
And a car horn sounds
breaking them apart
two shadows from one
upstairs my view is obstructed
lights are on that
I don't really need to see.

~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~