• Irina commented on the post, separate 7 years, 7 months ago

    oil and egg yolks and water
    I once saw an experiment
    that put soap in droplets of oil
    and water and they called it
    dream cells

    I wish they had added some
    spice to it; some unseemliness

  • Irina commented on the post, suppose 8 years, 2 months ago

    the act of supposition is embarrassing. that’s all it is. and all the memories connected to these fragmented sentences- I guess they’re symbolic of all the depth beneath each word I say. puddle sized; oceanic.

  • Irina commented on the post, braid 8 years, 2 months ago

    The hipster thing to do. I think of Toms; of Tom; of Axe Excite. I’m an angel falling, an innocent daisy chain woven into the tight braids of anti-aging.

  • Irina commented on the post, sticks 8 years, 4 months ago

    Today I walked away from both white buildings, their squares jutting into the summer blue. Green trees. Grey sidewalks. Every color alive, every branch and leaf clear even through my watering eyes.

  • Irina commented on the post, cigarette 8 years, 4 months ago

    I’ve always thought they were attractive. It’s slim and it curls into smoke; held by the lips and inhaled with a hard look in the eyes. There’s a steeliness to smoking.

  • Irina commented on the post, crush 8 years, 5 months ago

    I crush rock after rock against each other, hair sometimes catching on the edges. Tears, rage, frustration, some kind of joyful hopelessness – a million emotions and a million tiny splinters fly with each pound.

  • Irina commented on the post, lust 8 years, 5 months ago

    I am wrapped up in your being
    I am crumpled around your heart
    Trying to find the meaning
    In each hug, and word, and part
    of you that I admire: nose
    and forehead, chest and chin;
    I have clenched this little rose
    And loved the prick, again.

  • Irina commented on the post, morals 8 years, 5 months ago

    Strength.

  • Irina commented on the post, antlers 8 years, 5 months ago

    I sprinkled star glitter on my cheeks and when people pointed, I told them it was magic. I go camping every year to an island, and one day after I stepped out of the shower, I nearly stepped on a deer standing outside the stall. Someday I will go to the forest and bathe as […]

  • Irina commented on the post, failed 8 years, 5 months ago

    it is not my fault but I have failed. I keep sharing with people, hoping to feel validated. Just another form of gossip. No fresh visions tonight; tonight I lick my wounds and ignore the pressing words.

  • Irina commented on the post, history 8 years, 5 months ago

    I never write things down; I always speak them: loud so you will hear and pass them on. keep them going. don’t hold on. my mountains and my falling rocks; my islands and my charted spots.

  • Irina commented on the post, predict 8 years, 5 months ago

    If I could predict anything, with any certainty of fulfillment, I would say that all our children’s eyes will be blue, and their hair glinting tiny hints of gold in a certain light.

  • Irina commented on the post, belief 8 years, 5 months ago

    The earth is round, and in it are a billion round people. Circles everywhere: in the eyes, in the veins, on our elbows and knees and spotted across our faces. I think it’s a game of connect the dots or maybe hide-and-seek.

  • Irina commented on the post, wonder 8 years, 5 months ago

    I walk by her flower garden every day, and I see the daises get taller, unfold their whiteness. Every time I’m tempted to take one, but then I think of myself, living on a second story, feeling all the feelings of my baby flowers. I haven’t plucked one yet.

  • Irina commented on the post, smile 8 years, 5 months ago

    His smile is such a pale, small movement. Every time I bring it out I bask in its tiny lunar light. I am a fiery sun furiously spinning around the half-lidded moon.

  • Irina commented on the post, train 8 years, 5 months ago

    Eating the rails, hungry for the greener grass. Never able to get off the tracks.

  • Irina commented on the post, station 8 years, 5 months ago

    Grim wheels and tracks; I think of Bob Dylan and rainbow gatherings, of the nomadic life and other cliched scenes. I think of Polish women waving goodbye, their platochki gripped in their hands.

  • Irina commented on the post, funeral 8 years, 5 months ago

    So death comes and goes, and we weep in throes
    when we remember; when we remember we’re supposed to remember.

  • Irina commented on the post, forgetting 8 years, 6 months ago

    Wish I could; wish I couldn’t. the process of aging is a process of circular reasoning, where I am reborn every day and every day I remember the past lives of my life. It’s a series of colors and tiny lines connecting all my thoughts back to what I loved, to what I lost.

  • Irina commented on the post, painted 8 years, 6 months ago

    tiny little fingertips
    pressing down, in colors running
    summer suns and breezes captured
    loosely outlined in the water