Whoever started this, I hope you have nightmares about people-eating trees for the rest of your life.
Thursday 28 October 2004
Leaf Tattooing
Whoever started this, I hope you have nightmares about people-eating trees for the rest of your life.
Fateful Kindness
While in Mendoza, Argentina, in Sept. of 2002, I befriended a scraggly, scarred street puppy who devoloped an undying devotion to me. Before I fed him. I was nice to him, gave him water from my bottle (I poured it out so he could drink it), and lightly pet him. That's how I discovered his scars and patches. Anyway, he proceeded to follow me all around the parks of the city, me and my bag and my sketchbook, with my little map leading me astray. I made a deal with myself (after several hours of being tailed) that if he followed me all the way to a store, I would buy him some food. I was alone, my companion (one of my coursemates) having taken off to visit a family he stayed with years ago in the countryside. I bought the little red dog (I think I named him Russet or Rust-dog, or perhaps Cinnamon, in my head; I can't remember) two thin, breaded meat patties (the closest I could find to meat on a Sunday) and fed him them in bits and pieces while in a park. He followed me unwaveringly. I walked all around that city that day, and he always stayed a few steps behind, never pushing. He did, however, insert himself into several pictures, with amusing results. He refused to leave until I had snapped the picture and moved away. In this manner, he dispayed such a remarkable intelligence (he only served to make the pictures better, after all, and chose which ones to enter) that I developed a grudging respect for him. At one point, I returned to my hotel, and they kept him outside, dumping a bag full of juicy, meat-covered bones they kept for just such a purpose on the ground. He set to, and I walked away, only to feel his nose push against my leg a few cross-streets later. Eventually, we were parted when it was time for me to leave from the bus station (he tried to follow me into the bathroom and got shooed). But I'll always remember that he gave up the best meal he'd probably ever had for me.
Plaza in Mendoza, Argentina. Rust-dog.
Plaza in Mendoza, Argentina. Rust-dog.
Tuesday 26 October 2004
10,000 Small Sacrifices
I have tried being
every type of lover...
The seductive Cleopatra
with my pheromone mist
intoxicating your brain
expert toys and silky chemises
for any 'romantic' occasion
The inexperienced ingénue
that everyone wants
to teach sinful things to
plaid skirt and librarian hair
wearing my innocence like a shield
The tantric goddess Rati
so knowledgable and tempting
my saliva like the juice
of forbidden fruits on skin
all positions skillfully executed
The indomitable Ice Queen
biting words and walls so thick
that let the hero's passion in
trembling and turning to quicksilver
rebuilt at night for each performance
Even the reluctant prey
with trapped wrists or raking nails
shaking rage giving way to pleasure
but fighting the invader still
to a fumbling, guilty ecstasy
...but I only end up
feeling dissatisfied
more and more unclean
-ritually or otherwise-
washing slippery hands
brushing my teeth
erasing the scent of love
until the urge arises again
and I give another small
sacrifice on command.
~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~
Solecism is part of free speech, man! Dude, you can't suppress the solecism! <-- Yet More Poetry
every type of lover...
The seductive Cleopatra
with my pheromone mist
intoxicating your brain
expert toys and silky chemises
for any 'romantic' occasion
The inexperienced ingénue
that everyone wants
to teach sinful things to
plaid skirt and librarian hair
wearing my innocence like a shield
The tantric goddess Rati
so knowledgable and tempting
my saliva like the juice
of forbidden fruits on skin
all positions skillfully executed
The indomitable Ice Queen
biting words and walls so thick
that let the hero's passion in
trembling and turning to quicksilver
rebuilt at night for each performance
Even the reluctant prey
with trapped wrists or raking nails
shaking rage giving way to pleasure
but fighting the invader still
to a fumbling, guilty ecstasy
...but I only end up
feeling dissatisfied
more and more unclean
-ritually or otherwise-
washing slippery hands
brushing my teeth
erasing the scent of love
until the urge arises again
and I give another small
sacrifice on command.
~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~
Solecism is part of free speech, man! Dude, you can't suppress the solecism! <-- Yet More Poetry
Wanting
My God, but you've got
a wicked way of wanting
every blessed thing
that can never be yours...
So sly, so self-repressed,
you never really live
in this torrid, messy world
yet judge us just the same.
And my Lord, do you ever have
this smug smile I despise.
You mold it out of plastic but
your kiss tastes of rotting sugar.
Baby, all the things you do
to make your dead heart feel
won't make the universe spin
your twisted little way.
You want to play at God
and command the undying love
of every single person
who will never be yours...
You caress us with your claws
carving out our rebellion.
We are disfigured statues
created to make you beautiful.
You can drown us in streambeds,
but water deviates, it floods,
mixes to make mud, our blood
dirties your willing hands.
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
Wake up and smell the allegory, child! <-- More Poems
a wicked way of wanting
every blessed thing
that can never be yours...
So sly, so self-repressed,
you never really live
in this torrid, messy world
yet judge us just the same.
And my Lord, do you ever have
this smug smile I despise.
You mold it out of plastic but
your kiss tastes of rotting sugar.
Baby, all the things you do
to make your dead heart feel
won't make the universe spin
your twisted little way.
You want to play at God
and command the undying love
of every single person
who will never be yours...
You caress us with your claws
carving out our rebellion.
We are disfigured statues
created to make you beautiful.
You can drown us in streambeds,
but water deviates, it floods,
mixes to make mud, our blood
dirties your willing hands.
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
Wake up and smell the allegory, child! <-- More Poems
Seasons
Labelled with your tears
I Laugh at this silky burden
On my antiseptic pillow
All Thin hips and Sad eyes
You are rough, desirous Spring
But I am Winter and cruelly Gone.
~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~
I Laugh at this silky burden
On my antiseptic pillow
All Thin hips and Sad eyes
You are rough, desirous Spring
But I am Winter and cruelly Gone.
~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~
Monday 25 October 2004
The Things We Do In Empty Houses
Walk around in fear, or in freedom. You're alone at home. It's something I've always relished: having enough space to stretch, to vent. Not having to answer a million and one questions about what I'm doing and enumerate my reasons for all I do. The peace, the absolute quiet that only I (or the phone) can shatter. The freedom to roam around in odd states of undress, or to try on clothes, or take a bath. A long, steaming bath, with a good book at my side. I love the sensation of restfulness, of being the only active object on stage. Of not living on that same stage.
Temporary Soundtrack: Joan Osborne: Pensacola and Dracula Moon off of RELISH.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Go with the flow, / well, you got to be sick. / Think I'd rather hear my heart not tick. / But if you don't want wear a hospital gown, / better get out now...or keep your eyes down."
Thursday 21 October 2004
A Curious Mixture
H.'s visa application was denied yesterday. Point blank, flat-out, denied. He travelled two hours South to Santiago, paid all the fees, spent months collecting the documents, bought a suit to look as presentable and responsible as possible. And he walked in. It looked (he related later) like a bank, with teller-like officials behind windows. And they called him up, and asked him to present any other papers, supporting documents he had. So he showed them my letter of invitation, my pay stubs and those of my parents.
And the official asked H. "Are you planning on gettting married soon?"
And H. replied "Someday, I hope so, but I still have three years of school to go, so I will have to finish my schooling here before we make any big plans."
A good answer.
The man replied with "I'm sorry, sir, but your application of non-immigrant visa status has been rejected."
H. asked "Why?"
The official handed H. a letter outlining reasons for rejection, and said "It's all explained on the form. Sorry, sir, and thank you for your time."
(I, of course, am paraphrasing based on what H. told me, and translating from Spanish.)
Well over $100 gone, and months spent working on this. And that's it. I didn't think they could just reject you, the same day of your interview. They say it will take no later than 16 days to hear from them, and they give you a time period of 2-16 days as the normal wait time. And, checking what their website says, you have to wait three months to reapply. Thus removing any shot we have of getting him to reapply, get here, spend a good amount of time together, and send him back in time for him to start another year at University in March.
The paper he was given, and he read to me, states that if he had a job with a contract (a full-time job, or a solid part-time job), and a letter indicating his status as a good employee, as well as bank statements or other such supporting materials to prove that he is actually earning money from said job and has a reason to return, then he might have a better chance. No job that would give him such a contract would allow him to leave for one-and-a-half months and come back. He has an "off-the-books" job as a gardener, much as I did when a teen and babysitting or working in the yard. He could get a job (a second one), but he would then have to register to pay health insurance (that's the way it works in Chile) and submit a lot of other nasty, confusing forms like tax forms and insurance claims. He must show sufficient ties to Chile. Other ties such as owning a house, or lots of money, or anything else in the undefined and ambiguous "other" category, are acceptable. So, the more money he has in Chile, the better. The truths that he is studying, and cannot possibly continue his study in the U.S. (hard to do when you don't speak Engish at all), and that I do not have sufficient money to support him indefinitely, do not matter.
We know a young woman whose mother died recently, whose aunt lives and works here, and who is studying, just as H. is, at an (albeit different) University in Chile. She has no job, no contract. She was granted a visa immediately. She must have a similar, or perhaps slightly more elevated, economic position than H. has. And she has more ties to the U.S. than he does, and therefore less ties to Chile. She's of a different "race" and female. These last two are the only significant differences between them.
Well, why don't I go there? I want him to meet my family, see my life here. And my job is now full time. It was a stroke of luck that it wasn't last time. I can't go off for six weeks or two months at a time. I need to be saving money. So, if I were to go for three weeks at a time, I spend $1000 just to get there, and support myself for three weeks, then come back. I can't visit him in our summer; he only has a two-week break in July. Their winter break is pitiful, but he has three months in their summer, our winter, during which we can see each other. Once a year. And now, not this year.
It just gets harder and harder to see the reason behind anything humans do. And we knew there was a possibility that he might not get his visa, but, honestly, we did everything possible. Looking over the requirements for other types of visas, some seem easier to win than just getting a simple, non-immigrant, visitor's pass. The fiance(e) visa, for instance, requires proof that you can support yourself in the US, that do, indeed, intend to marry the person you bring over. I wonder what if you lied, and said you did intend to do so, then sent him/her packing before the expired time limit (90 days)? Would you say something went wrong, and we couldn't get on with it as planned. Would you get in serious trouble? I am feeling pretty desperate, here.
I am just lost. I feel helpless, and hopeless, and just this kind of quiet rage that I can't even express. There's nothing to rage against. Just a mindless entity, a faceless law, an uncaring world, and an unjust system. A curious mixture of frustrated tears and angry defiance boils inside me. Just...lost.
And the official asked H. "Are you planning on gettting married soon?"
And H. replied "Someday, I hope so, but I still have three years of school to go, so I will have to finish my schooling here before we make any big plans."
A good answer.
The man replied with "I'm sorry, sir, but your application of non-immigrant visa status has been rejected."
H. asked "Why?"
The official handed H. a letter outlining reasons for rejection, and said "It's all explained on the form. Sorry, sir, and thank you for your time."
(I, of course, am paraphrasing based on what H. told me, and translating from Spanish.)
Well over $100 gone, and months spent working on this. And that's it. I didn't think they could just reject you, the same day of your interview. They say it will take no later than 16 days to hear from them, and they give you a time period of 2-16 days as the normal wait time. And, checking what their website says, you have to wait three months to reapply. Thus removing any shot we have of getting him to reapply, get here, spend a good amount of time together, and send him back in time for him to start another year at University in March.
The paper he was given, and he read to me, states that if he had a job with a contract (a full-time job, or a solid part-time job), and a letter indicating his status as a good employee, as well as bank statements or other such supporting materials to prove that he is actually earning money from said job and has a reason to return, then he might have a better chance. No job that would give him such a contract would allow him to leave for one-and-a-half months and come back. He has an "off-the-books" job as a gardener, much as I did when a teen and babysitting or working in the yard. He could get a job (a second one), but he would then have to register to pay health insurance (that's the way it works in Chile) and submit a lot of other nasty, confusing forms like tax forms and insurance claims. He must show sufficient ties to Chile. Other ties such as owning a house, or lots of money, or anything else in the undefined and ambiguous "other" category, are acceptable. So, the more money he has in Chile, the better. The truths that he is studying, and cannot possibly continue his study in the U.S. (hard to do when you don't speak Engish at all), and that I do not have sufficient money to support him indefinitely, do not matter.
We know a young woman whose mother died recently, whose aunt lives and works here, and who is studying, just as H. is, at an (albeit different) University in Chile. She has no job, no contract. She was granted a visa immediately. She must have a similar, or perhaps slightly more elevated, economic position than H. has. And she has more ties to the U.S. than he does, and therefore less ties to Chile. She's of a different "race" and female. These last two are the only significant differences between them.
Well, why don't I go there? I want him to meet my family, see my life here. And my job is now full time. It was a stroke of luck that it wasn't last time. I can't go off for six weeks or two months at a time. I need to be saving money. So, if I were to go for three weeks at a time, I spend $1000 just to get there, and support myself for three weeks, then come back. I can't visit him in our summer; he only has a two-week break in July. Their winter break is pitiful, but he has three months in their summer, our winter, during which we can see each other. Once a year. And now, not this year.
It just gets harder and harder to see the reason behind anything humans do. And we knew there was a possibility that he might not get his visa, but, honestly, we did everything possible. Looking over the requirements for other types of visas, some seem easier to win than just getting a simple, non-immigrant, visitor's pass. The fiance(e) visa, for instance, requires proof that you can support yourself in the US, that do, indeed, intend to marry the person you bring over. I wonder what if you lied, and said you did intend to do so, then sent him/her packing before the expired time limit (90 days)? Would you say something went wrong, and we couldn't get on with it as planned. Would you get in serious trouble? I am feeling pretty desperate, here.
I am just lost. I feel helpless, and hopeless, and just this kind of quiet rage that I can't even express. There's nothing to rage against. Just a mindless entity, a faceless law, an uncaring world, and an unjust system. A curious mixture of frustrated tears and angry defiance boils inside me. Just...lost.
Tuesday 19 October 2004
Survey - First And Last And More
FIRST
First screen name: Tc?d?7b. Go Old-School Prodigy! I remember it, I just don't want you to use it against me.
First self purchased cd: Eve 6.
First funeral: Probably my Grandmother's in 1981. First funeral that I remember is some great-aunt/cousin of my dad's.
First piercing/tattoos: Obligatory girlie piercing set: Age 13. Second and third earring sets added at ages 17 and 20 respectively, I believe. Tattoo, center, lower back. See the tattoo post for more detail.
First credit card: Bank Card. Fulton!
First true love: Dancing.
First enemy: Probably my sister.
First big trip: Florida as an infant. Why do people do that? First that I remember? Ohio, age 10.
First concert: Santana.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Bach.
First kiss: Romantic? I'd really rather not say.
LASTS
Last big car ride: NY->Boston->NY
Last kiss: My pillow. Sorry. Romantic? Mi Rey.
Last library book checked out: That's a tough one. Something by the guy who wrote Mystic River.
Last movie seen: At the movies? Sky Captain & the World of Tomorrow. On DVD? Dead Like Me pilot.
Last beverage I drank: Water.
Last food consumed: White Cheddar Popcorn.
Last phone call: Received? At home, Al. At work, a client.
Last cd played: The Very Best of Dancehall 2004...no, wait, Dispatch:Peg.
Last annoyance: With myself.
Last soda drank: Ginger Ale. Only Seagram's, baby!
Last ice cream eaten: What eez thees theeng you call ize creeeam? Chocolate Fribble.
Last time scolded: By a client over IM. She was wrong. I was right and magnanimous. (I love that word.)
Last shirt worn: As opposed to a sweater? I'm going to go with a white cable-knit turtleneck and a pale yellow t-shirt underneath.
Last website visited: Yahoo Political Cartoons rock.
Last relationship: My current one.
THOUGHTS
I AM: A Goddess.
I WANT: My own private inhabitable island.
I HAVE: Lots and lots of clothes. And really great friends.
I WISH: For peace and enlightenment for all.
I HATE: Hate is a strong word. Intolerance.
I FEAR: Me.
I HEAR: Fairly well, thank you. Footsteps on the stairs.
I WONDER: who wrote the book of Love. I mean, if I was supposed to live on that desert island, for the good of mankind.
I REGRET: A lot, but I try to look forward.
I LOVE: Mi rey, my friends, my family, art, books, life.
I ACHE: to be with my love.
I ALWAYS: mess up.
I AM NOT: finished discovering.
I DANCE: with every step.
I SING: before I know the words.
I CRY: less than I used to.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: right.
I WRITE: to help me remember, and help me let go, and help me feel.
I WIN: what I don't want.
I LOSE: track of people.
I CONFUSE: actors with other actors. Streets with other streets.
I NEED: to get a move on.
I SHOULD: challenge myself.
YES or NO
You keep a diary: Do sporadic ramblings count?
You like to cook: yes.
You have a secret you have not shared with anyone: No, I have many.
DO YOU?
Have a crush: Never.
Want to get married: Maybe, but I don't want kids.
Get motion sickness: Not unless I'm already sick.
Think you're a health freak: No way.
Get along with your parents: More so than normal. I admire and respect them while they drive me crazy.
Like thunderstorms: Me. Love. Lightning!!
FACTS
CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Dark brown with reddish and light brown tones. Or so I've been told.
AGE: 23
EYE COLOR: Creepy Blue.
BIRTHPLACE: Rockland County, NY
FAVORITES
Number: 16 or 64.
Color: Rainbow.
Day: Thursday
Month: December and June.
Season: Winter and Summer.
Songs: Too many to count. "Elias" and "Even"(Dispatch), "Recognize" and "Delicious"(Laura Dawn), "Logon" (Elephant Man-don't ask), "Quien engana no gana" (Ojos de Brujo).
Drink: Honestly? Bailey's Ice Cream Shake from Haagen-das. It's a sin.
PREFERENCES:
Cuddle or make out: With whom?
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: Screw the chocolate. I'm mainlining whipped cream here!
Milk, dark or white chocolate: Dark...hehe. Chocolate con platano! Sorry.
Vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla cake. Chocolate shake.
IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU: <-- What a bizarre time frame. Oh, well.
Cried? No.
Helped someone? That's my job.
Bought something? Online shopping is a fave.
Gotten sick? If anyone gets me sick...
Gone to the movies? N-O.
Gone out for dinner? Alas, no. I made dinner yesterday.
Said I love you? Yes. And "te amo."
Written a real letter? As opposed to a joke letter I send out every week? No.
Talked to an ex? I find talking to X to be a baffling experience. X is just too enigmatic a letter. I stick with talking to the more concrete parts of the alphabet. Also, not in public.
Missed an ex? I'm not aiming for anything.
Written in a journal? Hello?
Had a serious talk? Yes.
Missed someone? All the time. Stupid moving targets...
Hugged someone? Emblem.
Fought with your parents? Miraculously, no.
Fought with a friend? Nope.
WOULD YOU EVER:
Eat a bug: Survival of the oddest.
Bungee jump: Yes.
Lost it: huh? <-- Exactly, LB.
Kiss someone of the same sex: Yes.
Have sex with someone of the same sex: What'll you give me if I tell you?
Parachute from a plane: Oh, let's go now! I can't wait to skydive.
Walk on hot coals: Gotta protect the feet.
Go out with someone for their looks: Hell no.
Be a vegetarian: Sure.
Wear plaid with stripes: Halloween is coming...
IM a stranger: Define stranger. If you see a random screen name and decide to IM it without some idea of who's there, then you have a lot more time on your hands than I do. I have talked to people I've never met.
Sing karaoke: Of course. What'll you pay me?
Get drunk off your ass: Drink standing up? Sure.
Shoplift: No.
Run a red light: Only by accident. And if I were driving an ambulance.
Star in a porn video: Fuck no.
Dye your hair blue: Again, I say, why not?
Be on Survivor: There are easier ways to make a million dollars. And I hate reality TV.
Wear makeup in public: All the time.
Not wear makeup in public: All the time.
Cheat on a test: Never did that I recall.
Make someone cry: For fun.
Date someone more that 10 years older than you: Age only matters if you're a cheese. I am not gouda.
Stay up all night: My record is 40 hours straight.
And, my part:
I WOULD BE
An animal: Leopard.
A book: Thesaurus. Or a fantasy series.
A dog: Siberian Husky.
An athlete: Runner.
A singer: Gospel.
A goddess: Athena.
A work of art: Mixed Media.
~~FIN~~
First screen name: Tc?d?7b. Go Old-School Prodigy! I remember it, I just don't want you to use it against me.
First self purchased cd: Eve 6.
First funeral: Probably my Grandmother's in 1981. First funeral that I remember is some great-aunt/cousin of my dad's.
First piercing/tattoos: Obligatory girlie piercing set: Age 13. Second and third earring sets added at ages 17 and 20 respectively, I believe. Tattoo, center, lower back. See the tattoo post for more detail.
First credit card: Bank Card. Fulton!
First true love: Dancing.
First enemy: Probably my sister.
First big trip: Florida as an infant. Why do people do that? First that I remember? Ohio, age 10.
First concert: Santana.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Bach.
First kiss: Romantic? I'd really rather not say.
LASTS
Last big car ride: NY->Boston->NY
Last kiss: My pillow. Sorry. Romantic? Mi Rey.
Last library book checked out: That's a tough one. Something by the guy who wrote Mystic River.
Last movie seen: At the movies? Sky Captain & the World of Tomorrow. On DVD? Dead Like Me pilot.
Last beverage I drank: Water.
Last food consumed: White Cheddar Popcorn.
Last phone call: Received? At home, Al. At work, a client.
Last cd played: The Very Best of Dancehall 2004...no, wait, Dispatch:Peg.
Last annoyance: With myself.
Last soda drank: Ginger Ale. Only Seagram's, baby!
Last ice cream eaten: What eez thees theeng you call ize creeeam? Chocolate Fribble.
Last time scolded: By a client over IM. She was wrong. I was right and magnanimous. (I love that word.)
Last shirt worn: As opposed to a sweater? I'm going to go with a white cable-knit turtleneck and a pale yellow t-shirt underneath.
Last website visited: Yahoo Political Cartoons rock.
Last relationship: My current one.
THOUGHTS
I AM: A Goddess.
I WANT: My own private inhabitable island.
I HAVE: Lots and lots of clothes. And really great friends.
I WISH: For peace and enlightenment for all.
I HATE: Hate is a strong word. Intolerance.
I FEAR: Me.
I HEAR: Fairly well, thank you. Footsteps on the stairs.
I WONDER: who wrote the book of Love. I mean, if I was supposed to live on that desert island, for the good of mankind.
I REGRET: A lot, but I try to look forward.
I LOVE: Mi rey, my friends, my family, art, books, life.
I ACHE: to be with my love.
I ALWAYS: mess up.
I AM NOT: finished discovering.
I DANCE: with every step.
I SING: before I know the words.
I CRY: less than I used to.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: right.
I WRITE: to help me remember, and help me let go, and help me feel.
I WIN: what I don't want.
I LOSE: track of people.
I CONFUSE: actors with other actors. Streets with other streets.
I NEED: to get a move on.
I SHOULD: challenge myself.
YES or NO
You keep a diary: Do sporadic ramblings count?
You like to cook: yes.
You have a secret you have not shared with anyone: No, I have many.
DO YOU?
Have a crush: Never.
Want to get married: Maybe, but I don't want kids.
Get motion sickness: Not unless I'm already sick.
Think you're a health freak: No way.
Get along with your parents: More so than normal. I admire and respect them while they drive me crazy.
Like thunderstorms: Me. Love. Lightning!!
FACTS
CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Dark brown with reddish and light brown tones. Or so I've been told.
AGE: 23
EYE COLOR: Creepy Blue.
BIRTHPLACE: Rockland County, NY
FAVORITES
Number: 16 or 64.
Color: Rainbow.
Day: Thursday
Month: December and June.
Season: Winter and Summer.
Songs: Too many to count. "Elias" and "Even"(Dispatch), "Recognize" and "Delicious"(Laura Dawn), "Logon" (Elephant Man-don't ask), "Quien engana no gana" (Ojos de Brujo).
Drink: Honestly? Bailey's Ice Cream Shake from Haagen-das. It's a sin.
PREFERENCES:
Cuddle or make out: With whom?
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: Screw the chocolate. I'm mainlining whipped cream here!
Milk, dark or white chocolate: Dark...hehe. Chocolate con platano! Sorry.
Vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla cake. Chocolate shake.
IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU: <-- What a bizarre time frame. Oh, well.
Cried? No.
Helped someone? That's my job.
Bought something? Online shopping is a fave.
Gotten sick? If anyone gets me sick...
Gone to the movies? N-O.
Gone out for dinner? Alas, no. I made dinner yesterday.
Said I love you? Yes. And "te amo."
Written a real letter? As opposed to a joke letter I send out every week? No.
Talked to an ex? I find talking to X to be a baffling experience. X is just too enigmatic a letter. I stick with talking to the more concrete parts of the alphabet. Also, not in public.
Missed an ex? I'm not aiming for anything.
Written in a journal? Hello?
Had a serious talk? Yes.
Missed someone? All the time. Stupid moving targets...
Hugged someone? Emblem.
Fought with your parents? Miraculously, no.
Fought with a friend? Nope.
WOULD YOU EVER:
Eat a bug: Survival of the oddest.
Bungee jump: Yes.
Lost it: huh? <-- Exactly, LB.
Kiss someone of the same sex: Yes.
Have sex with someone of the same sex: What'll you give me if I tell you?
Parachute from a plane: Oh, let's go now! I can't wait to skydive.
Walk on hot coals: Gotta protect the feet.
Go out with someone for their looks: Hell no.
Be a vegetarian: Sure.
Wear plaid with stripes: Halloween is coming...
IM a stranger: Define stranger. If you see a random screen name and decide to IM it without some idea of who's there, then you have a lot more time on your hands than I do. I have talked to people I've never met.
Sing karaoke: Of course. What'll you pay me?
Get drunk off your ass: Drink standing up? Sure.
Shoplift: No.
Run a red light: Only by accident. And if I were driving an ambulance.
Star in a porn video: Fuck no.
Dye your hair blue: Again, I say, why not?
Be on Survivor: There are easier ways to make a million dollars. And I hate reality TV.
Wear makeup in public: All the time.
Not wear makeup in public: All the time.
Cheat on a test: Never did that I recall.
Make someone cry: For fun.
Date someone more that 10 years older than you: Age only matters if you're a cheese. I am not gouda.
Stay up all night: My record is 40 hours straight.
And, my part:
I WOULD BE
An animal: Leopard.
A book: Thesaurus. Or a fantasy series.
A dog: Siberian Husky.
An athlete: Runner.
A singer: Gospel.
A goddess: Athena.
A work of art: Mixed Media.
~~FIN~~
Stasis
That's where I am. In stasis. Even while I move so fast, I am trapped by my own fear to move forward. One of those toys that keeps flipping over the same stupid two wooden dowels, legs every which way.
Wednesday 13 October 2004
I Know
Your words flow
as grenadine down
my spine
flirt with my
smooth lines and
new tattoo.
Somehow your kisses
breathe warmth and
radiate life.
Come and worship
this temple body
of mine.
I promise you
your skin is as
soft as mink;
as smooth as
ripe rose petals
of shining bronze.
My head pressed
against your
treasured chest
I listen to you,
the rumbling of
your voice
In a fugue with
the strongest
heartbeat
I have ever known.
I know this,
this pose...
I notice now
how your strength
is so gentle,
how your lips
hold my kisses
like precious gems.
How you marvel
at the many colors
in my hair
and your unabashed
gaze holds love
behind each eyelash.
I know this,
this love...
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Rhyme Me, Baby! <-- More Poems
as grenadine down
my spine
flirt with my
smooth lines and
new tattoo.
Somehow your kisses
breathe warmth and
radiate life.
Come and worship
this temple body
of mine.
I promise you
your skin is as
soft as mink;
as smooth as
ripe rose petals
of shining bronze.
My head pressed
against your
treasured chest
I listen to you,
the rumbling of
your voice
In a fugue with
the strongest
heartbeat
I have ever known.
I know this,
this pose...
I notice now
how your strength
is so gentle,
how your lips
hold my kisses
like precious gems.
How you marvel
at the many colors
in my hair
and your unabashed
gaze holds love
behind each eyelash.
I know this,
this love...
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Rhyme Me, Baby! <-- More Poems
We
We sleep
tangled feet
arms and hair
thrown in every direction
I beat
the air
with my fists
tossing and turning
Your hand lifts
a father's fingers
calm a restless child
a lover's whispers
soothe my aching mind
Every day I find another
corner of your heart
that holds my face
and bears my mark
I never knew how
deeply I wrote
myself
into your life
How intertwined
our stories were
until you gave
me your all
wrapped up
in one
neat, shiny band...
I'm yours.
You sleep
and I count a
lullaby
in your heartbeats
My weak pulse
always fades
but yours just may
steal my breath away
We sleep...
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Oh, you! You are so aubade!<-- More Poems
tangled feet
arms and hair
thrown in every direction
I beat
the air
with my fists
tossing and turning
Your hand lifts
a father's fingers
calm a restless child
a lover's whispers
soothe my aching mind
Every day I find another
corner of your heart
that holds my face
and bears my mark
I never knew how
deeply I wrote
myself
into your life
How intertwined
our stories were
until you gave
me your all
wrapped up
in one
neat, shiny band...
I'm yours.
You sleep
and I count a
lullaby
in your heartbeats
My weak pulse
always fades
but yours just may
steal my breath away
We sleep...
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Oh, you! You are so aubade!<-- More Poems
Swift/Slow
Watch me carefully
as I
turn out the numbers
for your slow execution.
I've made a selection
I think you should mention
my hand in your affairs;
ghost of your nightmares.
Heal this, O healer of
a thousand hearts:
my picture's worth its weight
in bloody words
And yet you waited
for not a one of them
to penetrate your
self-induced fog.
You think you've outgrown
those crocodile tears,
that I'll let you back
between my empty ears
to poison all my
wayward thoughts of
retribution, but I just want
a swift revolution.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
as I
turn out the numbers
for your slow execution.
I've made a selection
I think you should mention
my hand in your affairs;
ghost of your nightmares.
Heal this, O healer of
a thousand hearts:
my picture's worth its weight
in bloody words
And yet you waited
for not a one of them
to penetrate your
self-induced fog.
You think you've outgrown
those crocodile tears,
that I'll let you back
between my empty ears
to poison all my
wayward thoughts of
retribution, but I just want
a swift revolution.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Best Laid Plans
You think you can follow me
Into my black hole
And emerge to find
you've escaped whole
Well, I learned to chew
and swallow all I stole
from your fake blood heart
while the tale I told
About what you did to me
how you planned to break
my destiny, but you couldn't see
I'm a great big earthquake...
You are not immune to me
and all my guilty charms
You will breathe out to me
maybe die in my arms
You who tried to eat my soul
I've laid so many to rest
Carved them up and taken
beatings on this chest
You will ache for me
As I never did for you
Turn it on its head
all you thought to do
and shove it back
into you
The best laid plans
I have heard the Bible say
so often are just
one
bittersweet
swallow
away
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
That elegy is getting a little rusty.
Into my black hole
And emerge to find
you've escaped whole
Well, I learned to chew
and swallow all I stole
from your fake blood heart
while the tale I told
About what you did to me
how you planned to break
my destiny, but you couldn't see
I'm a great big earthquake...
You are not immune to me
and all my guilty charms
You will breathe out to me
maybe die in my arms
You who tried to eat my soul
I've laid so many to rest
Carved them up and taken
beatings on this chest
You will ache for me
As I never did for you
Turn it on its head
all you thought to do
and shove it back
into you
The best laid plans
I have heard the Bible say
so often are just
one
bittersweet
swallow
away
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
That elegy is getting a little rusty.
Friday 8 October 2004
Succumbing to the Inevitable
I never look for relationships, they find me. When I look for a brief connection, I end up with love. Unrequited or returned, it waits in corners, ready to snap at me with soft, velvety phrases. Forever. Always. And it sneaks up on me, where eager discovery and avid talks suddenly bloom into a sweet but frustrating burst of "I love you" petals and "stay with me" stems. I know I'm lucky. I know I shouldn't complain. But it seems unfair to be suddenly roped into a long-lasting relationship. I know I could get out at any time, that I'm not literally "trapped", and this time I could do it without causing irreparable physical harm. Emotional damage is a foregone conclusion. To Me, to Him, to innocent bystanders.
And I don't want out. This is probably the healthiest, most promising relationship I've ever been in. I just feel the need to push against something, to stretch, to move. Staying in one place, one psyche too long makes me stir crazy. And I start too worry. Will one of us get bored if it's too quiet? Or get tired of dramatic fights first? And I begin to adapt, to mold myself. Imperceptibly, I subconsciously see what they need, and change or find a way to get what I want. And it usually ends badly.
No need to be defeatist. Maybe I'm just the kind of girl who seems like the kind of girl you bring home, but shouldn't be. And I can't relate to those sappy songs or those movies where we pine and we look for love. It finds me, unwilling and snarling, and tries to tame me time and again.
You, my love, are inevitable.
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Unhelpful quote of the day:
In Spanish: My librarian boss in Chile: "Where are you staying? In a house or in an apartment?" "Me quedo en una cama-una casa! una casa!" ("I'm staying in a bed-in a house! a house!")
And I don't want out. This is probably the healthiest, most promising relationship I've ever been in. I just feel the need to push against something, to stretch, to move. Staying in one place, one psyche too long makes me stir crazy. And I start too worry. Will one of us get bored if it's too quiet? Or get tired of dramatic fights first? And I begin to adapt, to mold myself. Imperceptibly, I subconsciously see what they need, and change or find a way to get what I want. And it usually ends badly.
No need to be defeatist. Maybe I'm just the kind of girl who seems like the kind of girl you bring home, but shouldn't be. And I can't relate to those sappy songs or those movies where we pine and we look for love. It finds me, unwilling and snarling, and tries to tame me time and again.
You, my love, are inevitable.
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Unhelpful quote of the day:
In Spanish: My librarian boss in Chile: "Where are you staying? In a house or in an apartment?" "Me quedo en una cama-una casa! una casa!" ("I'm staying in a bed-in a house! a house!")
Thursday 7 October 2004
The Lists
What's The Frequency Kenneth? (TV, Movies, Magazines)
SciFi.Fantasy.
Strange Luck
Buffy TVS
Angel
X-Files
Sliders
Witchblade
The Pretender
The Sentinel
Quantum Leap
Charmed
Animated.
Talespin
Ducktales
Family Guy
Teen Titans
Kim Possible
Pepper Ann
Charlie Brown Specials
Unico
The Last Unicorn
Water Babies (Don't ask. Just...don't.)
The Best Medicine.
Arrested Development
Whose Line Is It Anyway? (UK & US)
Wonderfalls
Matinee With Organ Music
Bowling For Columbine
Desert Blue
Run Lola Run
Love Actually
House of Cards
Gothika
La Frontera
Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil
Grosse Pointe Blank
The Company
The Others
Moulin Rouge
Speed
Practical Magic
Pecker
Serial Mom
8 Femmes
Nell
The Station Agent
What Lies Beneath
Robin Hood (Disney version)
Contact
The Matrix
The Sixth Sense
Harold & Kumar go to White Castle
Pathfinder (from Iceland)
Brown Category (The Written Word Authors & Books)
Youthful Enthusiasm
Gordon Korman books
Ghost Stories
Quest For A Maid
Susan Cooper
Voyage
Where the Lilies Bloom
Summerland
José Martí
Raven Stole The Moon
Classic
The Old Man & the Sea
Great Expectations
Pride & Prejudice
Lord of The Rings/Tolkein
Just Plain Fun
Nevada Barr
Rex Stout
Agatha Christie
Harry Kemelman
Play Time (Games)
Syberia
Syberia II
The Longest Journey
The Sims
The Sims 2
Dark Fall: The Journal
Dark Fall: Lights Out
The Cameron Files I and II
Post Mortem and Still Life
Slidegrooving (Music)
Latina
Indian
African
Celtic
Reggae
Rock
The Flaming Woodchucks
Flashbacks
Hendrix
Jefferson Airplane
Bob Dylan
Buddy Holly
The Mamas & the Papas
Peter, Paul & Mary
Cream
Essentials
DISPATCH
Laura Dawn
Godsmack
State Radio
REM
Gotta Move
Shakira
Bhangra
Ojos de Brujo
Andres Cabas
Think it Through
La Ley
Radiohead
Smashing Pumpkins
Chisel
Fiona Apple
Work it Out
Rage Against the Machine
System of a Down
Audioslave
RHCP
Soundtracks
Holes
JCS
Prince of Egypt
Romeo & Juliet
Moulin Rouge
Shadowbox (Pursuits, Past and Present)
Travel
Drawing - Charcoal, Ink, Pencil, Cray-pas.
Decorating like a madwoman.
Sailing
Kites
Swimming
Snorkeling (yay!! 'Nnnnnnnorkeling?)
Firing Hello Kitty off in a model rocket.
Writing - Poetry and prose.
Choir
Trumpet & Piano
Dance - all kinds.
SciFi.Fantasy.
Strange Luck
Buffy TVS
Angel
X-Files
Sliders
Witchblade
The Pretender
The Sentinel
Quantum Leap
Charmed
Animated.
Talespin
Ducktales
Family Guy
Teen Titans
Kim Possible
Pepper Ann
Charlie Brown Specials
Unico
The Last Unicorn
Water Babies (Don't ask. Just...don't.)
The Best Medicine.
Arrested Development
Whose Line Is It Anyway? (UK & US)
Wonderfalls
Matinee With Organ Music
Bowling For Columbine
Desert Blue
Run Lola Run
Love Actually
House of Cards
Gothika
La Frontera
Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil
Grosse Pointe Blank
The Company
The Others
Moulin Rouge
Speed
Practical Magic
Pecker
Serial Mom
8 Femmes
Nell
The Station Agent
What Lies Beneath
Robin Hood (Disney version)
Contact
The Matrix
The Sixth Sense
Harold & Kumar go to White Castle
Pathfinder (from Iceland)
Brown Category (The Written Word Authors & Books)
Youthful Enthusiasm
Gordon Korman books
Ghost Stories
Quest For A Maid
Susan Cooper
Voyage
Where the Lilies Bloom
Summerland
José Martí
Raven Stole The Moon
Classic
The Old Man & the Sea
Great Expectations
Pride & Prejudice
Lord of The Rings/Tolkein
Just Plain Fun
Nevada Barr
Rex Stout
Agatha Christie
Harry Kemelman
Play Time (Games)
Syberia
Syberia II
The Longest Journey
The Sims
The Sims 2
Dark Fall: The Journal
Dark Fall: Lights Out
The Cameron Files I and II
Post Mortem and Still Life
Slidegrooving (Music)
Latina
Indian
African
Celtic
Reggae
Rock
The Flaming Woodchucks
Flashbacks
Hendrix
Jefferson Airplane
Bob Dylan
Buddy Holly
The Mamas & the Papas
Peter, Paul & Mary
Cream
Essentials
DISPATCH
Laura Dawn
Godsmack
State Radio
REM
Gotta Move
Shakira
Bhangra
Ojos de Brujo
Andres Cabas
Think it Through
La Ley
Radiohead
Smashing Pumpkins
Chisel
Fiona Apple
Work it Out
Rage Against the Machine
System of a Down
Audioslave
RHCP
Soundtracks
Holes
JCS
Prince of Egypt
Romeo & Juliet
Moulin Rouge
Shadowbox (Pursuits, Past and Present)
Travel
Drawing - Charcoal, Ink, Pencil, Cray-pas.
Decorating like a madwoman.
Sailing
Kites
Swimming
Snorkeling (yay!! 'Nnnnnnnorkeling?)
Firing Hello Kitty off in a model rocket.
Writing - Poetry and prose.
Choir
Trumpet & Piano
Dance - all kinds.
Sunday 3 October 2004
Goddess
She violently
breaks the clouds
Rain softly
wounds the world
She idly wishes
for a tourniquet
for the weather.
But she doesn't bleed.
The souls of her feet are hammers
Her toenails are thorns
scarring the earth
Her eyes shatter the dark
without impunity
Her palms are liquid,
extinguishing the sun.
But she can't tell anyone.
With her siren song she’ll
strike you deaf
While her glory will
shine you blind
Without trying at all
she'll haunt your mind.
So she remains
a feral goddess
Alone and forever
behind a glass display
Failing to heed
not one human plea
Judging without mercy,
for none has she received.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Where's the fun in letting sleeping demons lie? <-- More Verses
breaks the clouds
Rain softly
wounds the world
She idly wishes
for a tourniquet
for the weather.
But she doesn't bleed.
The souls of her feet are hammers
Her toenails are thorns
scarring the earth
Her eyes shatter the dark
without impunity
Her palms are liquid,
extinguishing the sun.
But she can't tell anyone.
With her siren song she’ll
strike you deaf
While her glory will
shine you blind
Without trying at all
she'll haunt your mind.
So she remains
a feral goddess
Alone and forever
behind a glass display
Failing to heed
not one human plea
Judging without mercy,
for none has she received.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Where's the fun in letting sleeping demons lie? <-- More Verses
Coffeehouse
(A Haiku)
You see, coffeehouse
poetry has no real cream;
it must be instant.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
More Fun Than Sticking a Vibrating Phone Down Your Pants <-- More Poetry
You see, coffeehouse
poetry has no real cream;
it must be instant.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
More Fun Than Sticking a Vibrating Phone Down Your Pants <-- More Poetry
Curve
The curve of your smile
Makes me mirror your lips
With that soft reckless grin
You’ve got me wanting your kiss
The curve of your arm
Cradles that of my waist
As we arch our bodies
In such a sweet embrace
The curve of your hand
Tugs at the curls in my hair
Your fingertips trace circles
On my skin, waiting and bare
The curve of your hips
Fits the contours of mine
Slip into my dreams
So we can intertwine
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Duck! It's a low-flying tangka! <-- Poetry Galore
Makes me mirror your lips
With that soft reckless grin
You’ve got me wanting your kiss
The curve of your arm
Cradles that of my waist
As we arch our bodies
In such a sweet embrace
The curve of your hand
Tugs at the curls in my hair
Your fingertips trace circles
On my skin, waiting and bare
The curve of your hips
Fits the contours of mine
Slip into my dreams
So we can intertwine
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Duck! It's a low-flying tangka! <-- Poetry Galore
Saturday 2 October 2004
The Poetry Monster
Welcome to the Poetry Monster! Click on a poem title to view each poem. Dates listed are the date of first publication on this site. The ones with stars are my favorites. Most poems are updated periodically, whenever it catches my fancy. All poems are property of AEW, aka Mandala Reina.
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All I ask is that you don't try to pass my poetry off as someone else's or your own, or in some bizarre crime-fighting superhero scenario.
If you want to use any of my blog, let me know! I learned to share years ago...I'm pretty good at it...I think...Hey, give me that!
Also, if you have any questions or comments, e-mail me at will. Or, just, well, leave a Catcall.
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| Poem | Created | Updated | |
| 0106 Hours | 26 May 2004 | 23 Jan 2007 | |
| 10,000 Small Sacrifices | 26 Oct 2004 | 26 Oct 2004 | |
| The A in Egypt* | 26 May 2005 | 18 Jan 2007 | |
| Alpha Zeta | 6 December 2005 | 23 Jan 2007 | |
| Alternate Universes | 24 Apr 2006 | 18 Jan 2007 | |
| And I Am... | 7 July 2005 | 7 July 2005 | |
| Avoiding the Gaze of the Boy Across the Aisle | 16 Feb 2006 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Beg | 20 Oct 2003 | 15 June 2005 | |
| Best Laid Plans | 13 Oct 2004 | 18 Jan 2007 | |
| Body | 6 Mar 2008 | 25 Mar 2008 | |
| Car Horn | 6 Feb 2008 | 23 Apr 2010 | |
| Certain Things | 23 Jul 2007 | 10 Oct 2008 | |
| Charcoal | 17 Apr 2004 | 17 Apr 2004 | |
| Coffeehouse* | 3 Oct 2004 | 3 Oct 2004 | |
| Connotation* | 2 Aug 2005 | 2 Aug 2005 | |
| Curve | 3 Oct 2004 | 3 Oct 2004 | |
| Dark-king, Light-king, Queens All | 15 Dec 2005 | 17 Jan 2007 | |
| Dead Stars* | 8 Sep 2005 | 17 Jan 2007 | |
| Death is Walking, Hand in Mine* | 24 Oct 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Devotion, Sublimated* | 18 Apr 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Drawn* | 29 July 2005 | 17 Jan 2007 | |
| Elizabeth the Killer | 24 Feb 2006 | 24 Feb 2006 | |
| Empty Mirrors | 30 June 2005 | 30 June 2005 | |
| The Faded Sheaves | 10 Apr 2007 | 18 Jun 2008 | |
| Fare Thee Well | 28 Jan 2005 | 14 Apr 2005 | |
| Fear As A Bedfellow(Take II)* | 3 May 2005 | 11 Aug 2005 | |
| Flung | 2 July 2008 | 23 Apr 2010 | |
| Fruit | 5 Sep 2006 | 19 Jan 2007 | |
| Gallows Love | 14 Jan 2007 | 23Apr 2010 | |
| Games* | 16 Aug 2005 | 23 Aug 2005 | Photos |
| Ghosts* | 29 Aug 2005 | 29 Aug 2005 | |
| Goddess | 3 Oct 2004 | 3 Oct 2004 | |
| Grandmothers I Have Collected: I | 26 May 2006 | 26 May 2006 | |
| Graveyard Blues | 20 July 2005 | 20 July 2005 | |
| Gravity/ Grab At Me | 14 Apr 2010 | 23 Apr 2010 | |
| Handmade Demons* | 12 Sep 2005 | 12 Sep 2005 | |
| Headlights | 26 Sep 2005 | 19 Jan 2007 | |
| Hebdomad | 20 Apr 2007 | 20 Apr 2007 | |
| Holy Week* | 24 Apr 2006 | 24 Apr 2006 | |
| Home | 11 Nov 2008 | 30 Nov 2008 | |
| Hooked | 2 Jan 2004 | 2 Jan 2004 | |
| Hurt | 29 June 2005 | 29 June 2005 | |
| I Have This Gift to Bring | 24 Dec 2004 | 24 Dec 2004 | |
| I Lie With My Hands* | 26 July 2004 | 26 July 2004 | |
| I Know* | 13 Oct 2004 | 13 Oct 2004 | |
| Jumbled | 30 Sep 2003 | 30 Sep 2003 | |
| Keep Them Tight | 26 Jan 2005 | 17 Nov 2005 | |
| Kerry Concedes the Blues | 3 Nov 2004 | 3 Nov 2004 | |
| Knot | 5 Sep 2007 | 20 Oct 2007 | |
| Left Socks | 14 Apr 2008 | 20 Aug 2008 | |
| Licorice | 1 July 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Lights | 31 Aug 2003 | 31 Aug 2003 | |
| List_serv: UNREADY | 4 Sep 2003 | 19 Jan 2007 | |
| Little Pink Heart | 28 Dec 2003 | 28 Dec 2003 | |
| Lunar Phases | 23 Apr 2010 | 23 Apr 2010 | |
| Marred | 4 Apr 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Mind the Wild | 18 Nov 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| My Name* | 24 June 2005 | 23 Jan 2007 | |
| Navigation* | 29 June 2005 | 29 June 2005 | |
| Neatly, like Modern Art | 6 Dec 2005 | 23 Jan 2007 | |
| Now it is, then | 21 Dec 2005 | 21 Dec 2005 | |
| New Orleans Lost | 3 Apr 2006 | 3 Apr 2006 | |
| Of all things...* | 22 July 2005 | 24 July 2005 | |
| Off Again | 14 Feb 2006 | 14 Feb 2006 | |
| one two three four we can do it forever more | 6 May 2006 | 6 May 2006 | |
| On Valentine's Day | 9 Mar 2005 | 25 Mar 2005 | |
| Otra Vez* | 3 Sep 2003 | 3 Sep 2003 | |
| Photographie* | 15 July 2004 | 15 July 2004 | |
| Poems to Burn, Rhymes to Spare* | 19 Aug 2005 | 30 Aug 2005 | |
| Pretty and... | 26 Apr 2007 | 26 Apr 2007 | |
| Pretty Things | 24 Apr 2005 | 11 Sep 2005 | |
| "Quiero" With Translation | 2003 | 2003 | |
| Quiet | 10 Oct 2005 | 5 Nov 2005 | |
| Reptile | 26 July 2005 | 22 Mar 2006 | |
| Riesgo de Piel | 23 Sep 2003 | 23 Sep 2003 | |
| "Riesgo de Piel" Translation | 27 Sep 2003 | 27 Sep 2003 | |
| Ribbon* | 6 Apr 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Sad Hurricane | 4 Jan 2009 | 13 Apr 2010 | |
| Scent Marking | 9 Jun 2008 | 9 Jun 2008 | |
| Seasons* | 26 Oct 2004 | 26 Oct 2004 | |
| Soft Box | 2 Dec 2004 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Something they call... | 3 Oct 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Song of the Virginal Jezebel* | 3 June 2005 | 1 Sep 2005 | |
| Stay the Night* | 6 Aug 2005 | 6 Aug 2005 | |
| Steam* | 27 Sep 2004 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Swift/Slow | 13 Oct 2004 | 13 Oct 2004 | |
| Tango | 23 Sep 2004 | 23 Sep 2004 | |
| "Tango" With Translation | 1 Oct 2004 | 1 Oct 2004 | |
| Thigmonasty | 9 May 2007 | 23 Apr 2010 | |
| This Heaviest of Freedoms* | 15 June 2005 | 15 June 2005 | |
| Toast to the Senses | 15 June 2006 | 15 June 2006 | |
| Today* | 3 May 2005 | 5 May 2005 | |
| Too Much | 29 Jan 2004 | 2004 | |
| Underneath | 22 Aug 2005 | 22 Aug 2005 | |
| Unicorn Bones* | 7 July 2005 | 20 Jan 2007 | |
| Unreadable | 15 Oct 2003 | 2005 | |
| Vanished* | 4 Nov 2004 | 9 Jan 2005 | |
| Vertebrae* | 14 July 2005 | 14 July 2005 | |
| Wanting* | 26 Oct 2004 | 26 Oct 2004 | |
| We | 13 Oct 2004 | 13 Oct 2004 | |
| Well Met and Left* | 29 Dec 2004 | 29 Dec 2004 | |
| Xanthous | 16 June 2005 | 27 June 2006 | |
| You and Yours | 8 Nov 2003 | 8 Nov 2003 | |
| Zephyr | 27 Jan 2005 | 27 Jan 2005 |
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All I ask is that you don't try to pass my poetry off as someone else's or your own, or in some bizarre crime-fighting superhero scenario.
If you want to use any of my blog, let me know! I learned to share years ago...I'm pretty good at it...I think...Hey, give me that!
Also, if you have any questions or comments, e-mail me at will. Or, just, well, leave a Catcall.
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Inner Dragon...Amusing?
As the Hearts of the Pure, your Dragon color is...
A GOLD Dragon Lies Beneath!
Your Inner Dragon is the most honorable of all. Golds are the third rarest of all the dragons (after Platinum and Chromatic dragons) and have a station in society that reflects their rarity. You are what one might call a Draconic Knight. Golds live by a strict code of chivalry and commitment. Remember Draco? Yep, Gold Dragon. Your appearance is fearsome and all-mighty but you'd never stoop so low as to bring any harm to a human. As a matter of fact, that's strictly contrary to your code of conduct. You're one of only two dragon types that is aligned "Lawful Good" and is proficient in the use of magic and spells. If you're curious, the other is Platinum, the King of the Dragons. Your piety, beauty, wisdom, and inner strength are absolutely without parallel.
But of course, being a Gold Dragon isn't all high ethics and codes. You like to fly around scaring things, advise humans in their affairs, and shapeshift. Strike that, you LOVE to shapeshift. And you're great at it. In fact, if you're a Gold on the inside, you might be a Gold on the outside, too - just in human form. Your favorable attributes are honor, chivalry, truth, kindness, gold, mining, protection, wisdom, bravery, and trustworthiness. You might be a bit too trusting of humans at times, but they're just kids compared to you. If anyone threatens your humans or tries to kill you, you could strike back with your breath weapon - Fire. But then, no one's tried anything that stupid in the last couple thousand years. After all, you're about 54 feet long.
Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.
A GOLD Dragon Lies Beneath!
Your Inner Dragon is the most honorable of all. Golds are the third rarest of all the dragons (after Platinum and Chromatic dragons) and have a station in society that reflects their rarity. You are what one might call a Draconic Knight. Golds live by a strict code of chivalry and commitment. Remember Draco? Yep, Gold Dragon. Your appearance is fearsome and all-mighty but you'd never stoop so low as to bring any harm to a human. As a matter of fact, that's strictly contrary to your code of conduct. You're one of only two dragon types that is aligned "Lawful Good" and is proficient in the use of magic and spells. If you're curious, the other is Platinum, the King of the Dragons. Your piety, beauty, wisdom, and inner strength are absolutely without parallel.
But of course, being a Gold Dragon isn't all high ethics and codes. You like to fly around scaring things, advise humans in their affairs, and shapeshift. Strike that, you LOVE to shapeshift. And you're great at it. In fact, if you're a Gold on the inside, you might be a Gold on the outside, too - just in human form. Your favorable attributes are honor, chivalry, truth, kindness, gold, mining, protection, wisdom, bravery, and trustworthiness. You might be a bit too trusting of humans at times, but they're just kids compared to you. If anyone threatens your humans or tries to kill you, you could strike back with your breath weapon - Fire. But then, no one's tried anything that stupid in the last couple thousand years. After all, you're about 54 feet long.
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Friday 1 October 2004
White Peacock
White peacock (pavo real) in a zoologico, Vina del Mar, Chile. Taken in November 2002, despite the date on the photo (silly camera, resetting the date with every new battery is for kids!).
Texturized Hat
This hat was hanging on a cabana wall in Laguna Verde, Chile. I texturized it and played with it until it looked rather like a painting.
"Tango" With Translation
Te dije una vez I told you once
que bailar merengue that dancing merengue
es tener sexo is like having sex
pero bailar salsa but dancing salsa
es hacer el amor is making love
Amor,nosotros bailamos el tango My love, we dance the tango
te juro que nos elevamos I swear that we rise
a otro nivel de ser to another level of being
Los pasos de los dioses The footsteps of the gods
no nos acercan can not touch us
Nuestros pies doblados Our curled feet
no tocan el suelo Do not touch the floor
Movemos en las nubes We move in the clouds
sin tener miedo without fear
de la caída of the fall
Como los grandes bailarines Just like those famous dancers
tus dedos me guían your fingers guide me
pero mis caderas nos dirigen But my hips direct us
y todo sin quebrar And all without taking
nuestra mirada. our eyes away
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
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