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compass

a compass should always be old and worn and slightly wrong
in a wooden box kept in corduroy pockets
with a dusty smell of matches and the necessary presence of its owner who can discern and interpret its eccentricities
a compass should be a thing that doesn’t work for anyone but you

» Posted By janepaulette On 01.13.2013 @ 7:06 am

knows

how can we know anything
i remember learning the words to do with knowing and the different ways of learning
by experience
by fact
dividing philosophical debate when really i guess its a great melange of the sensual

» Posted By janepaulette On 12.22.2012 @ 2:45 pm

due

we were due
the great fate
always due and always late
lying like dew intermittently between sun and rain
always due but never arriving
a constant arrival or never arrival
duly
due
undue

» Posted By janepaulette On 12.17.2012 @ 7:36 am

determined

i am determined to be determined about my determined future
i get tired of trying to be determined. determination (termination being the optimum composite) is more appealing to me
i wish it was a purchasable commodity

» Posted By janepaulette On 12.12.2012 @ 3:42 pm

methods

methods of madness methods of stirring
a mortal and pestle is a method
it makes me think of serious old white men who studied law and medicine with guts and dust spilling over their books. old methods

» Posted By janepaulette On 12.10.2012 @ 5:13 am

marble

what is contained in a marble? it’s a little excretion of a lie – something that looks beautiful and intangible but is a shitty smudge of colour in sham-glass. I don’t know why so many generations of children have cried over them, or old people despaired for losing theirs…

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.27.2011 @ 12:34 pm

horses

My grandmother used to spend hours as a child practising drawing horses. She adored them. She showed me an old bound book that taught her how: she would build up from bone to sinew and then finally add their soft coats. I think she liked horses more than people, which is understandable considering her upbringing. What’s heartbreaking is that she’s still never ridden.

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.25.2011 @ 2:12 am

study

my grandfather’s study was under the old wooden staircase, tucked beneath the dusty balustrades. It was always kept locked and filled with a myriad precious things, things that made no sense and were endlessly mysterious to a 5 year old.

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.22.2011 @ 1:20 pm

laughter

something I haven’t heard in a while from myself. sounds too distant and false, shuts up when you imagine the horrific mouth contortions. animals don’t need to laugh. did they escape it via evolution or did we create it ourselves?

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.21.2011 @ 3:10 pm

flare

oh the flare of the night
the city below
a thousand tiny flame particles moving around, orbiting the black mass we are perched so precariously on
the flare of the scape is too far from us, it divides us still.

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.19.2011 @ 2:15 pm

hearts

two bodies one heart.
i can’t believe that will ever be the case, metaphorically or otherwise.
hearts suspended in liquid in jars, nervous fibres pressed against the glass, oozing, stinking and decomposing. You brush away the flies where they congregate in great pools.

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.17.2011 @ 6:23 am

orchestra

the orchestra is a man who conducts things from his pulpit. the jagged edges of instruments collide with limbs and sensuate: bow to elbow.
the orchestra is restless in anticipation, fingers poised, trembling.

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.15.2011 @ 3:44 am

icicle

tall glass of water, like a woman.
monster from star wars, i am dangling upside down while i try to escape
deep in a cave in italy we take boats through the underground crevices as you hang between your stalactite and stalagmite neighbours
how long will you last
when will you melt
and cease to exist, what will be left of you?

» Posted By janepaulette On 11.13.2011 @ 1:32 pm

whiskey

whiskey is the name of a windowsill that you sit on to remember your youth. drown in the peat clarity of the glass, why is that woman drinking whiskey? because she is a woman true. not a man’s drink ever, whiskey is a feminist.

» Posted By janepaulette On 04.18.2011 @ 9:49 am

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