October 2010
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{Stage 27} Love Letter to The First
The truth is I miss ____ ______ the First. Looking back at old emails and first correspondences, it’s obvious that there has been change. Not all bad of course. Mostly good I would like to think. It’s just that it’s hard not to miss him. He was such a good part of my life and I wonder if I’ll ever get him back. Is this what growth feels like? Does it just calm down and...
March 2010
1 post
{Stage 26} Unexpected Closure and The Rasping Wood
It was on a night where God pulled a blanket of dark blue blackness over half the moon. The stars stood still instead of their usual flickering while a nice cool breeze drifted here and there every few minutes.
She had decided approximately three weeks ago that tonight would be the night. Tonight would be the night that she announces to her family that she would no longer be a part of that...
December 2009
1 post
{Stage 25} Magnifilens
At first, I felt like a bride on the night before her wedding day, questioning whether this was really what I wanted, if it was necessary for my survival. However, since it opened up many possibilities and was reversible at this point, I decided to go through with it. Dr. Thebes reviewed with me the pros and cons of the lens. He said with these lenses I will be able to see clearly again and that...
October 2009
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{Stage 24} Garden Tools and The Listener
It’s early October and the weather is still trying to decide whether or not it wants to stay warm or become cool. It seems for the past few weeks however; the weather has chosen the in-between. The rain showers seemed to have stopped and there’s a hint of sun peeking through the dark clouds every so often if the breeze moves in the correct direction. I quickly grab a grey sweater lying...
August 2009
23 posts
{Stage 23} Chop and The Finger Medley, Part I
She had the world’s most beautiful hands. Long fingers and delicate fingernails accented a light ivory skin. One could see beneath the clear cream horns into her sweet pale pink flesh. She had fingers one would expect to see gliding across a piano in a glass room at dark hours in the morning, or perhaps drifting down a cello in a clearing of a forest surrounded by shade at noontime. As a...
{Stage 22} Reliving and The Noisy Snow
By the age of six, it was clear that something was off about C——-. On the exterior, she looked like any other six year old. She had long locks of burnt sienna hair, which, was usually tied into pigtails. She carried around a small white teddy bear given by her grandmother on her fourth birthday. The edges of the bear’s olive corduroy pants were now a dark brown, and the sleeves...
{Stage 21} Ring, Ring and The Tick Tock
The phone rang and she glanced at the caller I.D. thinking to herself, “Telemarketers, they don’t know when to stop.” She picked up the phone and answered with a dull, “Hello?” “Hi, this is ——- from St. Mary’s Hospital, may I speak with Ms. ——— ————-?” Apparently, she had been wrong about who it was. “This is she.” “Oh good. You’re home.” At that moment, the doorbell rang. Her eyes shot open in...
{Stage 19} Together In Pieces and Disassembled...
I can’t think straight. The only thing I can focus on is the pain. I’m sweating half my water weight and haven’t consumed anything since a week ago. Throughout that week I’ve done nothing besides lie in my bed and drink two glasses of water. I don’t drink much water to begin with. I reach for the medicine cabinet looking for some aspirin and as I’m about to grab...
{Stage 18} Missing Memories and the Abundance of...
It’s mid-afternoon already and I haven’t done anything besides roll out of bed into a nearby chair that faces my blinding laptop screen. I look through my list of emails and nothing but promotions and ads and google links believing it knows what your looking for. Looking out the window, I see today’s strong wind. The trees are moving in directions they don’t usually move...
{Stage 20} The Last Year and The Way She Looked
change | ch ānj|* noun 1 the act or instance of making or becoming different • the substitution of one thing for another • an alteration or modification — She looked at him with an expression that made him laugh. Not out of entertainment but out of nervousness. They had been living together for seven years now, married for two of those. They met when she was twenty and he twenty-seven. They were...
{Stage 17} An Excerpt From Then, A Story For...
G: I can’t seem to find the room to my next class. The map I’m holding tightly in my left hand says it’s exactly where I’m standing and so it must be lying. I’m adjusting my newly purchased white Ray Ban sunglasses with my right hand and a sudden gust of ocean wind sends my map flying. I guess I wasn’t holding on to it as tightly as I had thought. — B:...
{Stage 16} Je Veux Te Voir Somewhere In Between It...
I never realized how short I was next to him. I only reach his shoulder and even on my tippy-toes I only reach a little above his ear. It’s 2a.m. and no one’s out on the streets except us. We’re running and hopping across the street. He hops twice and I hop once. He runs back to where I am and we take a hop together. Two more and we burst out laughing. I’m laughing so hard...
{Stage 15} Like The Passing Weather, The Memory Of...
It comes to you in moments unseen and defines the unexpected. Often in times of loss you find yourself hiding under shelters of little empathy and in the slightly warm arms of a consoler. But just as unhappy as the thought of them may have began, they quickly turn into moments of what some can only wish to live forever and for those lucky ones, times they will get to experience again. Today I...
{Stage 14} The World That Doesn't Speak and The...
This is only my second time. I thought last time was a fluke, maybe you had let your guard down. This time there’s broken glass on the onyx marble floor and they look like the martini glass you broke last winter. You look at me with those eyes asking me something I can’t quite make out. You allow me to take another step closer but you don’t speak a word and you don’t move...
{Stage 13} Speechless Words and the Futuristic...
For months I’ve been walking through desert land and with every single step of the way there’s more pain. I keep telling myself it’s natural for my feet to be sore, but at this point they should be used to it. The further I walk, the more I grab at every gasp of breath. I reach another desert hill and I climb ignoring the pain and thinking only about the goal. Lying just over...
{Stage 12} The Boy With the Ice Cream and the Van...
Of average height, he wore khakis that fit and didn’t fit at the same time, the ideal petite body type not used to its full potential. Then again, that’s completely understandable given the particular circumstances this night. “Let’s go inside.” I follow, finishing up the last bit of conversation I had left on my cellphone. He opens the door, a gentlemen. I sadly...
{Stage 11} The Backyard Barbeque and the Bloody...
It took eight alarm clocks to wake him. The first three he pushes off the bedside table, the next two he throws against the wall, and the last one he hits the snooze button three times before abiding. He sits up and rubs his face with his hands. The sound of his rough palms rubbing against his stubble reminds me of the peppermill and I reach for it on the other side of the kitchen counter. He...
{Stage 10} Identity, Substance, And The Lack...
My back is terribly uncomfortable. The once trusted navy blue cushion has failed to comfort me in any way and now only hinders my freedom of movement. Giving up, the rest of my body collapses and I look out the window. It seems tonight I’ve gotten lucky. The moon is absolutely stunning. A perfect sphere casting off a sharp lavender yellow glow with dark slate craters that look like holes in...
{Stage 09} And You Sleep While I Write All This...
Turning in your drug dry sleep, I shift slowly to balance my laptop without waking you. Readjusted, I take a deep breath and gently lay my fingers on the keyboard. Barely touching it, the bottom is burning and the heat is radiating through the keys. The heat travels through my fingertips and I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere. I might just be able to fully convey my feelings this...
{Stage 08} At World's End, Everyone Has Their...
carnival - six flags - amusement park - taiwan - museum gallery - large ancient pottery displays - hallway of doors - enters through ivory door - foggy garden - new polished wooden docks - green water surrounds - enters nakashima - steps back - fears water - enters miyake in water - questions fear - nakashima’s eyes widen - body stiffens - water behind miyake starts to boil - nakashima...
{Stage 07} The Demons That Tempt Me
I tug at his arm and his eyes slowly open still half asleep. He looks at me questioning my action and I say, “Remember me.” — The embrace. It was neither a hello or a goodbye, but a stern “I’ll see you again, whether in this lifetime or the next.” It was short and sweet, careful not to linger. If it had lasted a moment longer the meaning would have vanished...
{Stage 06} Don't You Know Where I'll Be?
I’ve been here before. An empty two story building with blue shutters and a cherry blossom tree in front. I reach for the ornate gold door handle and before opening the bright red door; I look over my shoulder for the last time. Goodbye. — I walk in and the room’s dusty as expected. It’s been three years since we last lived in this house. Now I’ve returned on my own,...
{Stage 05} The Child Suicide and the Break In the...
“I think maybe if I cared for him a little more, talked to him a little more, if I had-“. I’m choking up, “loved him a little more,” now my throat has completely closed off on its own. I muster my final words, “He would still be here?” — It was a Thursday afternoon, terribly windy and rainy, a complete mess outside. Earlier a rather large tree branch...
{Stage 04} The Old Man and the Wave of the...
Feeling out of place, lonely, and anxious to see Father, I walk towards the open bar and grab one of the many champagne glasses lined up. “Don’t leave me high. Don’t leave me dry.” The song plays on the loud speakers as people raise their voices in hasted conversation. I take a sip of champagne and look around. My right arm rests lightly on my left as my thumb, forefinger...
{Stage 03} The Tale of The Short Term Lovers and...
“Hey.” “Hm?” “Do you love me?” He takes a minute to ponder the question and in doing so takes my hand in his and holds it tightly. For a second, his facial expression reflected so much pain that I feared the worst. His answer must be no. — I wake up to find him in the same position as always. Curled up facing the opposite way as if it was a burden to look...
{Stage 02} Untitled
I sit there typing the last bit of an email on the computer and all of a sudden a small golden key on a small silver key ring drops onto the table a few inches from my left arm. I stop typing, my fingers are still on the keyboard, and I turn my head slightly and observe the key. The key looks oddly familiar in both its shape and size, but I can’t recall the exact purpose of it. I consider...
{Stage 01} A Document I Don't Recall Writing...
And it just so happens that tonight might just be the loneliest night of my life. As I sit in front of my laptop, digging through old files and deleting them to clear up space, I come across an old document that I can’t recall writing. thoughts.doc : And when you’re finally ready to let things go, you should really let them go. And if you’re the one being let go of, then accept it and...