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Is there anything smaller than the thoughts you might have of that day it was a Tuesday and I walked past you and your backpack heaved like a sigh above my shoulder and we parted for the last time.
» Posted By nannan On 12.20.2014 @ 7:27 pm
You sought a different life outside the brick walls of the tenement that folded over you like an envelope not to be opened until it reached its destination. You were swept along the skies beyond the borders drawn in chalk like the outline of along removed corpse no one could remember or cared to try.
» Posted By nannan On 07.21.2014 @ 8:37 pm
When it begins to tingle I think my brain is oozing out. It wants to get away from the scary thoughts my ears and eyes are writing in bold letters.
» Posted By nannan On 10.16.2013 @ 5:39 pm
Guinness was our first dog and that was when I learned how to become dogmatic where before that I thought dogma was just a pasta you ate with a very acidic sauce and perhaps little green tight wads floating on top but Guinness changed all that for me and I’ll always love her for making me so smart.
» Posted By nannan On 08.21.2013 @ 12:03 pm
I don’t know how it began or with whom but now they are everywhere I look and I begin to wonder who is collecting whom .
» Posted By nannan On 07.06.2013 @ 11:34 am
I didn’t know how to get the stories out of my head or how to get them back in so I made up my mind and they theirs to stop hiding from one another and drive along in silence or with the radio blaring and only stop for pie and ice cream.
» Posted By nannan On 05.06.2013 @ 1:52 pm
I’m startled by your presence now that I’ve grown accustomed to your absence, yet still in the middle of cleaning out my closet and breathing dust like perfume I swoon and you catch me from hitting the floor and looking round I’m alone.
» Posted By nannan On 02.25.2013 @ 11:13 am
She has weathered the months since he died but at great cost, barely able to move along to the hospital where her daughter lies not seeing anyone but the ghostly image in the mirror that won’t let go its grip on her features smooth and shining, unused, unweathered, blank.
» Posted By nannan On 02.20.2013 @ 1:18 pm
If only she hadn’t told me I must do it then everything would have unfolded as we all wanted it to and its such a tiny word with a delicious beginning and us in the middle with just a cup of tea to polish it off, and yet? I don’t know, I really must stop thinking about it. I must.
» Posted By nannan On 01.07.2013 @ 11:27 am
It is too soon to forget your face lying beneath a sheet closed to me forever and your hands still tied down so the tube that kept your dying words secret still too soon.
» Posted By nannan On 11.25.2012 @ 5:53 pm
No one should be an employee. The world would be better. Noone would have a gripe or a grudge. Some would be busier than ever. Others would lie in hammocks. Balance.
» Posted By nannan On 11.15.2012 @ 1:58 pm
I measured each word like grains of salt and dashed them into the pot for the family to sniff at and sip and spit out.
» Posted By nannan On 11.14.2012 @ 2:04 pm
When I told her I wanted to learn to draw, she said. You already know how to draw. If you can see, you can draw. She was right.
» Posted By nannan On 11.11.2012 @ 1:45 pm
I spent my childhood before we met but I still had something saved on account of you and I drew it out as long as I could, an annuity that was bankrupt after you died last month.
» Posted By nannan On 11.10.2012 @ 1:15 pm
I can only sustain interest in the world I see and touch and smell with newsprint or smoke or blind images caught under my finger nails.
» Posted By nannan On 09.04.2012 @ 6:23 pm
I covered my head with a kleenex from my pocket as my mother had taught me. Just visiting the giant church that rang with loud authority every hour of my childhood like a beating heart that required so much less than my small throbbing valentine.
» Posted By nannan On 09.03.2012 @ 6:39 am
She thought it was a trap and stepped cautiously inside where the blackness terrified her and then saw or imagined she spotted a pinprick light that flickered and moved like a lightning bug until she couldn’t stop following the dot that didn’t illuminate but then she became the light and was trapped in the iris of the darkness.
» Posted By nannan On 08.01.2012 @ 6:10 pm
When I built the railroad with stones from the neighbors driveway I intended to run away in a boxcar with all my petals wrapped in a bandanna but they caught me up like a firefly and held me in a paper cup that smelled of lemonade and the grit that was sugar made me stick around for the rest of my childhood when it dissolved and left me stranded on the other side of the tracks.
» Posted By nannan On 07.03.2012 @ 12:35 pm
When I found the seeds in the big metal drawer in my mothers kitchen I didn’t know what they were but I liked the color picture on the packet, I never knew how badly she wanted a garden in the concrete yard that held her back for forty years.
» Posted By nannan On 06.24.2012 @ 11:20 am
Where we dwell is the heart of our day to day to day doings comings goings worries and frets. Where we dwell is deep in the belly of the lives that cradle us and toss to and fro and here and there and we are dwelling on the thoughts that name us.
» Posted By nannan On 06.23.2012 @ 6:48 pm
I don’t like switching my loyalties from friend to friend. We all have to sit on the same kitchen floor eating the same pizza and then later put our heads on the pillows that listen to every poem as it forms between us, verses climbing like ivy over our friendship.
» Posted By nannan On 06.11.2012 @ 7:29 pm
Stop making all that racket. It’s more than I can bear. My ears and face and skin are painfully full of the noise you’re creating with your mouth and I need you to take your feet and move it away from my court.
» Posted By nannan On 06.10.2012 @ 1:19 pm
When I was very small I began to grind my teeth at night in the dark in the sleep world that held me in its terrible arms and squeezed the daylight out of me until I tried to grind down my own bones.
» Posted By nannan On 06.07.2012 @ 7:51 pm
Her tiny head was like jelly in my hand when I cupped it and turned her face to the camera, using a macro lens to find the life that had nev crossed her lips.
» Posted By nannan On 06.06.2012 @ 12:40 pm
Emptying my mind like an upturned purse, I spilled the odds and ends of memories and tools and wet dirty tissues that held crumpled secrets long forgotten, mixed with sticky hard candies I had sucked the sweetness from, than dropped inside for some reason I couldn’t imagine.
» Posted By nannan On 06.04.2012 @ 12:33 pm
He puts o his cap and goes out to play though at times it has to serve as a helmet when he fights off the storm troopers, but mostly its his bat ball hat, the orange and black colors of the Orioles, and he hopes to catch for them someday when he’s older than two.
» Posted By nannan On 06.03.2012 @ 4:35 pm
There’s no necessity for tension in the words we use to communicate. Its the antithesis of communication, of extending our selves into the openness that language provides like a table set for two or three or many.
» Posted By nannan On 06.02.2012 @ 11:37 am
The sky was pastel then though I don’t remember it that way. My memory colors are saturated like a sponge with cold clear water from a stream of pastel greens.
» Posted By nannan On 03.16.2012 @ 11:14 am
In a gourmet shop on the second floor I puzzled over pretzel dips and tried out the red gooey stuff that eluded my fingers and plopped soft and suspicious onto the tip of my pink shoe.
» Posted By nannan On 03.10.2012 @ 12:48 pm
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When I lift his face cupped in my freckled hands lined and sagging with pinched flesh, his new teeth peek out through the mouth that fist called me Nan Nan.
» Posted By nannan On 02.25.2012 @ 3:38 pm