trouble keeping silent
we’d have been sitting on the carpet
but the tarp and broken lockers
had been blocking up the area
so we shared a concrete wall
beside the falling paper sign
that said ‘09 in colored letters
that were better done by children
than by Wilton High School seniors on the brick.
we sought out sanctuary
in a very hidden corner
that was warmer than the hallway
where the callbacks list was posted
and we toasted our good fortune
with a portion of red wine that
was the finest kind they had
and nothing bad could come from sitting in the hall.
the concrete paradise
we lit with flashlights and our dreaming
our minds screaming to the air
still unaware that i was speaking
to the ceiling tiles instead
of my head’s familiar voices
and the noises of remorse
were but of course still only normal to us both.
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no wonderland
‘what now?’ whispered eleanor.
‘well,’
he said and with his foot
surreptitiously slid the miniature printing press
further into the shadows that lived under the cot,
‘that depends a great deal
on where you want to get to.’
‘i don’t much care where
as long as it’s anywhere but here,’
eleanor’s reasonable voice was tinged with
sadness.
‘are you mad?’
he asked.
‘you must be, or you wouldn’t have come here.’
snap, crackle, pop
the room is tinged in red
(what a lovely shade of red it is)
don’t you think so, eleanor?
’stop following me.’
but eleanor, you are the one following me
‘i don’t want to play anymore.’
don’t be afraid
it’s just a game
‘but Peter rabbit
the cannons are real’
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January 12, 2009 • 1:35 am
December 30, 2008 • 11:39 pm
A shadowy darkness descends upon the familiar hallway, the emergency lighting casting startled faces in an eerie blue glow. She shoves the borrowed notebook into her locker and runs for the safety of the well-lit cafeteria, echoes of ‘lockdown’ blending with the tri-toned siren that sounds in two minute intervals.
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Filed under: Dreams, Fiction, Life, Prose
December 29, 2008 • 5:57 am
A world of feathers
muffle my screams,
a cascading hurricane of white,
your arms like shackles,
your voice like death.
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Filed under: Fiction
December 26, 2008 • 7:36 am
The tempered quiet of snow lay over the street, a vibrating silence that amplified whispers to echoing thunder. A lone set of footprints disrupted the perfection of the chalk blanket, aimlessly pacing up and down to the music of breaking ice. An artificial bell chimed discordantly from her cell phone, its jarringly sharp voice screaming at the birds perched over dark branches and pushing them to take flight in a flutter of feathers and squawks. Quiet settled back over the street as she lowered the phone from her ear, having heard nothing but the echo of her own answering voice posing a questioning greeting.
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Filed under: Dreams, Essays, Fiction, Life, Prose
October 30, 2008 • 1:39 am
My head floods with thoughts of Boston, that trip where so many things changed. Something in those two days revealed the true colors in everyone. I find myself once again in that hotel hallway, my friends prancing ahead of me, eccentric as ever. Tucker, Annie, and Jess laugh and talk, singing Boho Rhaps discordantly, free of the constraints of chorus and glad to be through with adjudication. They run ahead to unlock their hotel room on the left side of the hallway, running inside. The mattress creaks and cries in pain as they throw themselves onto the beds.
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Filed under: Dreams, Fiction, Life
A Humanities project, based off of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. I might add that none of us actually read the Canterbury Tales in their entirety.
Erin, Sam, and Bella : Introduction
‘Twas an early, clear Friday night in the city
The new moon rose high, while the youth got pretty
But whilst the restaurants and nightclubs and demons prepared
Some commuters had trouble; a dire fate they all shared
The N train they took, some bound for Herald Square
Some others cared not; their destination, ‘nowhere’
But one thing they shared was the luck of the draw-
Turns out that tonight, they’d be at odds with the law. Read the rest of this entry »
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