the wind remembered

nobody remembered her name or her face

or the pale of her wrists

by the edge of her lace

 

no one remembered the man or his name

who sunk his axe deep

in the wood

in the yard

in his sleep

 

only the wind still whispered her name

through the gaps and the floors

through those walls

made of wood

 

and wrung out the leaves of the trees

just like hands

to remember the others

 

the other ones who had died

there

 

two and twenty years before

and twice as long

before then

 

and twice as long

before then

 

and twice as long

before then

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zombie girl with fish in her hair

 

The zombie girl

Was there

Zombie girl

so green and fair

 

Two dimensional Fish

Floating in her hair

Big almond eyes

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She saw you

She said

She saw you

Hold down

Her head

 

In the river

Green

 

Zombie girl gonna

Getcha!

You better

Run fast

 

She will be waiting

Electric

 

To distribute

Evenly

Her hallowed

Vengeance

 

 

National Novel Write

National Novel Write

I will be writing a novel in the month of November, as part of the National Novel Writing Month. Wow, I am so excited! I will attempt to fictionalize the last decade of my life in Oakland, California. In the first 10 months of 2013, I have posted around 200 times between this blog and my website. I self-published my first novel and published a short story. I have met so many friends online and off, and rekindled old friendships. I left Oakland and have found a home and some peace of mind, in Sacramento. I am healing. I have worked really, really hard to build community and write. Now is a chance to push my skills to another level, and put my past exactly where it belongs — in the past. Exorcise the demons. And have a hell of a time, doing it. This should be great fun! I will be updating you all on my progress, by posting excerpts on the daily, throughout November. WIsh me luck!

pa·pier-mâ·ché

When i put forth the greatest of effort and try

then left all forlorn

with my why?

y-y-why?

 

When my eyes

see your eyes

and the eye lashes back

 

the honesty says

look away, now

love, look away

 

How I feel all alone

and your loneliness

too

 

i wish for your love

though there’s nothing to

do

 

i hate all my wishing

i hate all my hating

hate all my feelings

this way and that

 

hating you

hating me

 

and then

get quiet

all turn

to stone

 

Then come dark clouds, the fifty thousand dark shades

the long and dark nights, the endless dark days

 

my ears start to bleed

my sight starts to fail

in exchange for choice words 

my Latin

your Greek

 

choice merciless words

me to you to me speak

 

The storm in my head wants what happened, unreal

the turning over, my hands, what got stolen, not to steal

 

i stole from you steal from

away from us

now

 

the wall between rooms

made of pa·pier-mâ·ché some

how

 

How I would pull all apart! all the glue and the pulp

and i know you would, too! i swear this is

true

 

i will

Send out my linens now, white flags on the line

If only to know you were part, my design

 

i will

unshape the monsters, tie them with twine

with hair if i have to, to keep unrefined

all the hatred between us

the base

solid kind 

 

Above which we once drew our cottons, with care 

before they got soaked in all our red sea, phantasm glare

 

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in the midnight dead sky

freshly fallen

lost love

 

Instead i am left to wonder what was

with this broken heart, because and because

 

surrounded by white flags

and my 

why why?

why whys

 

the tears

the wood floor

now dries

 

Soon to burn

in the hearth of my heart

down below

 

Knowing exactly

what i never wanted 

to know