Thursday, May 26, 2011


Spilling, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

THE QUESTION OF MY MOTHER By Robin Ekiss The question of my mother is on the table. The dark box of her mind is also there, the garden of everywhere we used to walk together. Among the things the body doesn't know, it is the dark box I return to most: fallopian city engrained in memory, ghost-orchid egg in the arboretum, hinged lid forever bending back and forth — open to me, then closed like the petals of the paperwhite narcissus. What would it take to make a city in me? Dark arterial streets, neglected ovary hard as an acorn hidden in its dark box on the table: Mother, I am out of my mind, spilling everywhere.

Part of the series, "Dizzy and the Glasses."

The story of a girl with two parents, a mother and a father, who hoard reading glasses. The girl spent an entire night making designs out of the glasses and the family kittens decided they wanted in on the action.... great story, really.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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"I woke up in a world and I went to bed in another." - Jeanette Winterson


I've come to realize that you should never have transcended that high pedestal.

A illusion with depth like a rainbow flung far from its source.

I could gaze upon you in your unsung glory, deep within my own disjointed realities.

No amount of love could hold you here.

Tears were shed but you are only my ghost.

More tears are standing by.

Days went by and weeks went by and years rolled over as listless as we were, but we never meant for time to get away from us and now we are buried alive in our own regrets.


Monday, May 9, 2011

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


Implosion., originally uploaded by martin.gustafsson.

when Ophelia falls decidedly
this too will pass
like goggled memories
like a thousand lies
in spite of everything.