Archive for December, 2009

• 05.12.09 Home Remains
  

  An illegible message carved into the sand: perhaps the name of a stranger; the symbols for peace; for love. The sand’s texture is thick, grainy, inconsistent. Not the kind associated with pure, white, clear-watered beaches. Its colour is a dark brown.

  
  
• 05.12.09 Self Portrait
  

  Often when I’m lying down hoping to get to sleep, it occurs to me I’m not breathing in much air. My nose doesn’t seem to be allowing in enough oxygen.

  I try to take in deeper breaths but I need to exhale before I’ve finished inhaling. I begin to panic. I have to sit up and [...]

  
  
• 05.12.09 Cigarettes and Wildflowers
  

  Somewhere on the side of the road between the hot tar and the cracked desert.

  Like the earth’s skin. With its pores, its hairs, its imperfections, but without perspiration.

  
  
• 05.12.09 Remembering Youth Without the Smiles
  

  I was having a discussion with a friend about childhood
  and the time in our lives which shapes us the most.
  We talked about our grandparents’ failing memories;
  How they seem to lose most of them but those from a certain point in childhood remain vivid.