Remembering...


I'm listening to a song, "Schottische Fran Havero" by Lothlorien. It's nice. Makes me remember little things, places I thought I'd forgotten. Places I wanted so badly to take my lover to.

I remember Nana's land. I was only there once or twice, carted on the back wagon. We were hunting up wild mushrooms and onions. A great number of my small cousins and I. I remember just how green the hills were in a week following rain. I remember the steeply cut dirt paths winding through the hillsides.

I remember the little creek I sat along side. The black branches of an old willow overhead in the bluffs. I remember burn-black tea kettle dangling over a little fire. I remember the smell of moss and soil.

I also remember... how in my dreams, it's just my lover and I in such a place. By the fire and looking at these things... so far from the hard greys of the city. Far from the empty races, if only for a short time...

I want to braid wildflowers in your hair.

*sigh*

Sometimes, I feel, out-of-sorts.

You'll never catch me!
Playing tag on Thursday, April 17, 2003 at 04:01 p.m..

GOAL!
That's what I miss about Soccer!

You'll never catch me!
Playing tag on Saturday, April 12, 2003 at 11:10 a.m..

poetry
Thought it was past time to archive, so I have.

Also I hit the idea that... if I take random lines from online journals I can, in a sense, take the essence of some stranger and put it into a poem. So I did just that... here's the experiment.

Strangle Me Incensitivity

mary please stop lying
i dont know what to do or say
for god sake u were one of my best friends
what were u thinking?
end this with a fuck u and have
a nice day

i got arrested today
that pain goes away too quick
i am calm now but all that still applies
if you prick us do we not bleed?
cite Scripture for his purpose
fuck u i thought u didnt want
to hurt me

i got 1st place.
disrespectful to women
but my judge didnt want to give it to me
crazy ass party like whoa
i saved u a spot so too bad.
lick the sour off the skittles and u
can sleep over

sam is beautiful
Love feels no burden,
though alarmed, it is not confounded...
i am on my knees
no more phone calls she says.
i am a fuck up yes i am i am a fuck up
so sorry sam

The journal this comes from is
Strangle Me Incensitivity.
No, I do not know this person. Not really interested in knowing them, I'm sure they are a very worthwhile person... but that would seem stalkerish, na?

*laughs* At any rate, I rather like the end result.

You'll never catch me!
Playing tag on Saturday, April 5, 2003 at 07:54 p.m..



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