Reversicon for the Red-Violet Frequency

2008-07-31T14:40:00.000-07:00

2008-07-29T19:51:00.000-07:00

2008-05-11T10:42:00.002-07:00

2008-05-11T10:42:00.001-07:00

2008-05-11T10:39:00.000-07:00

2008-05-11T10:38:00.000-07:00

2008-05-11T10:36:00.000-07:00

It is a game of hide and reveal.
My head only appears when I am about to sleep.
Heavy on the pillow, hair trapped beneath my cheek.

It is only then that my location is precise, unconscious dead weight.

2008-05-11T10:34:00.000-07:00

2008-05-11T10:33:00.000-07:00

I cannot express in an equation the force pulling me down.
Did my body leave a wake?
Or did it find a catch within me to tether?

Was it as simple as that?

2008-05-11T10:32:00.002-07:00

2008-05-11T10:32:00.001-07:00

2008-05-11T10:24:00.002-07:00

2008-05-11T10:24:00.001-07:00

2008-05-11T10:23:00.000-07:00

2008-05-11T10:20:00.000-07:00

2008-05-11T10:15:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the debris field, you said.
Don't worry, I said, I can carve out a place for myself.

And you said, as if for the first time, I've been here. I've been in this scene before.

2008-05-10T18:36:00.000-07:00

2006-11-16T20:14:00.000-08:00

Hours a night are spent manipulating the corporeal limbs to stimulate the ghost limbs so they rest during the day and don't cause distractions or make demands.

2006-11-16T06:00:00.000-08:00

There is a certain spell required for league admittance that requires a 2 am hotel room offering using twin electric devices. Neophytes often travel notable distances to practice this critical and difficult spell out of range of their masters.

Lamps are not requisite--hair dryers and even electric shavers have been used--but everyone knows the spell is stronger if the items used belong to the hotel room.

2006-08-19T19:04:00.000-07:00

I was drafted before I even knew what it was. It was so long ago I don't remember it clearly.

Maybe it was before I was born.
Maybe I wasn't drafted at all. Maybe I volunteered.

2006-08-19T19:01:00.000-07:00

2006-08-18T00:10:00.000-07:00

2006-08-16T21:25:00.000-07:00

If I could be any other creature, I would be one of them.

Not explicitly for the ability to escape gravity, but because I believe the air rushing along my body would cool the fire that burns me from the inside out.

I would be a smouldering fire dressed up in grey and white, disguised in feathers. I would outrun it all simply by picking up my legs and taking flight.

2006-08-15T22:43:00.000-07:00

I am pulled into the orbit of the sun just as it accelerates away from me.

A parting gift as it falls over the ridge, gloves made of the setting sun to wear for the evening .

2006-08-15T22:41:00.000-07:00

I look critically at the sky.

Storms coming in, I say.

When it gets here in the flesh, I will be long gone.

2006-08-15T22:14:00.000-07:00

2006-08-15T21:37:00.000-07:00

The birds appear suddenly at eye level as if by magic,
swept up on the currents of air from below.

I glimpse their underbellies as they zoom over me
ratcheting their landing gear inside,
slotting into place underneath their feathers.

Can the air wash you? Cleanse you like the water it rises from?
Erode away an interior lining as methodically as the surface of a cliff?

2006-08-15T21:23:00.000-07:00

I am a creature
more or less.

I am not immune to the forces of nature.

2006-08-14T22:00:00.000-07:00

You were not here when I came by; something in me collapsed.

Visualizing internally the injury as it happens.

Scoring the anatomy of a moment.

2006-08-13T21:41:00.000-07:00

I am betrayed by the workings of a psyche processing untold numbers of associations and nuances per second.

The pressing desire to move forward unentangled by the masses of self-referential feedback loops and murky tissue.

2006-08-06T21:10:00.000-07:00

When you come to find me, I will be here, lodged in a Vermeer painting.

If you come here, it will (I will) not be what you expect.