Talk to me of possibility
And living life alive
Instead of letting life live me
No other lens but this
The rest imposed and make believe
— A.R.
Forgotten Sunglasses by Vladimir Kush
Right View
•January 12, 2014 • Leave a CommentDistracted
•January 12, 2014 • 2 CommentsWhen I try to close my eyes tonight
My face starts its swiveling
Counterclockwise
Or is it my body winding up
Dark red and wavering
Pulses in the liquid air around me
A human shifting form
From what into what and when
I cannot will not do not know
I have been distracted
So she has patiently lain in wait
For metamorphosis or progress
But now she turns to leave
Bored of me
I have heard it said
That once you think about making a decision
The decision has already been made
There is only the catching up
Of story to reality
Somebody please tell her to wait
I have decided
I am finally catching up
To me
— A.R.
Distraction by Kaitlyn Mooney
Night Visions
•January 11, 2014 • 8 CommentsWhat wondrous nature I notice
When my bladder calls at night
Emptying
A full moon rising with me
Blue light cast down
Chilling
A clock tower through the trees
Me without my glasses
Fooling
A black bird atop a bare tree
Swaying in an ice storm
Balancing
A carnivore crow weighted carrying
A smaller bird in its beak
Struggling
Leafless sycamore black in winter
Mimicking depths of sea coral
Swaying
Houses cool with outward shadows
Windows lit warm randomly
Living
Smoke ascending from towers of brick
Fuel and wood and home fires
Burning
Me still inside pondering and empty
One day I will just be
Nothing
My window is but a thin pane of glass
Between me and everything dark
Outside existing
— A.R.
Rooftops at Night by Stapleton Kearns
See Me
•January 10, 2014 • 2 CommentsI never said
I was perfect
Or even normal
I only ever claimed
To find occasional
Comfort, joy
With who I am
For now
–A.R.
Photo from Black and WTF
I, Me, Mind (part 2)
•January 10, 2014 • Leave a CommentMind
A relay station
From sensation to story
I am starting to understand
When I sense it controls everything
Captured input turning into impulse
Impulse harnessed creating its charge
Fully charged and humming is possible
But injury would surely change my mind
Disrupt the direction of its conversion
Muddling receptivity and browning out
Or black if total failure would occur
But then there are rare moments
Switches I can control or flip
Process altered on a whim
Sorting signals myself
Another story started
Sparked by senses
Relayed by station
Of the mind
A.R.
Photo of a power tower
Elliot P
Love Letter, part 2
•January 9, 2014 • 3 CommentsMy breath,
Two nights ago I sat down
Face to face with you for hours
I did not let myself think of time
I simply felt your arrival
Your departure
And because I did not float away
Or let go of you or become lost
I found a trust I have seldom known
Complete and total, giving over
Without prompt or warning
A voice whispered in my head
Telling me to trust my body
To let the pain that comes
Take care of itself
To let the fictions that fill the space
Show themselves and be gone
And I did, almost without will
I stayed with you
I let the rest of it pass that place
Not because I was told to
But because I chose to
I did not move
And in my stillness
Found affection and perhaps, regret
That we will not always be like this
There will be days, nights
That I forget
And one day you will leave me
My body will remain, for awhile
Cold and empty, slowly breaking down
Left alone, unknown
I do not know if I will miss you then
Or if I will simply be, nothing
But I think perhaps I miss you even now
Because it occurs to me so clearly
That I have lived so long not knowing you
And only just realized
All you have to show, to teach
If only I would find you face to face
My breath,
Today I sat down at the top of the stairs
In a pocket of warm air
And remembered you again
And wept
— A.R.
Roman Statue Affection
The Mirror’s Edge
•January 8, 2014 • 1 CommentHow close can I get to me
When is my breath all that I see
Cold reflection crisp with lines
The space around me fills in time
When face to face at last I sit
And leaning toward my nose’s tip
Contact is made with mirror’s edge
Nothing sure but fog of breath
Leaning back some steam remains
Stories about me enter frame
Tactile trust intimacy
How close I get is up to me
— April Resnick
My Buddha
•January 8, 2014 • 2 CommentsAs many times
It made me
Sing
My God
Impermanence
Still sires a sting
— A.R.
Impermanence by jubliantlaine at deviantART
Time to Land
•January 7, 2014 • 2 CommentsThe solstice brought me to burrow
So I nestled in the shadows of a home
My eyelids drifted closed
I slowly slipped and fell into dreams
Suspended animation, stagnation
My mind ballooned beneath me
Carried me gently as I collapsed
Visions of hearth and holidays
Tilted past on all sides
Music played from far away
Table tops and troubles
Turned tipsy with too much time
But now I see it black and white
Below me peeled linoleum
A solid place to sit, to ground
The draft is dying
My toes touch down
I inhale one last bit of wonder
And all of me exhales
Wake up Alice!
— A.R.
Alice on the River Bank, an art still by David Hall
Self Portrait
•January 7, 2014 • 2 CommentsOne mistress
I cannot explain
Why I am haunted these last days
Those eyes have captured me
And coming back to look again
The tilt and shadow of hat on skin
Obscuring furrowed wit, wisdom
A captivating contrast to the pale
Framing sharp dark page-boy hair
Monochrome
Broken by lips
Barely reddened by so slight a grin
Crisp white collar relays
But form under jacket betrays
And those gloves, those clever gloves of grey
Masculine denied by feminine whispers
Feminine shored up by masculine lines
Power in the moment where roles unwind
Surely harsh built formations blur
Blending into the background
Do I want
Her
To be
Her
One mistress
No master
— A.R.
Self Portrait by Romaine Brooks
Reposted, reworked, because I stumbled upon her portrait again and was just as captivated as the first time I saw her.
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