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In the heat
Here centrally, amidst, amongst, between
Swimming in sweat and sodden with the strength of the sun –
I can remember the pines
Those straightened and erect
Stiff with the righteousness of winters to come

» Posted By vividexpression On 10.08.2013 @ 6:09 pm


“What are you watching?”
“Blue’s Clues”
“Again! You watched that for three hours.”
“Blue’s Clues!”
“Ok, Ok.”
“It’s time for mailtime!”
“Look Look!, And Magenta’s there!”
“Magenta and Blue… best friends!”

» Posted By vividexpression On 04.22.2013 @ 11:08 am


As a squirrel you burrow, you burrow from the dog that’s been chasing you down the street and in and out between the oak tress for the past mile, you burrow to hid the acorns that are poking at the thin skin puffed out in bulbous balloons at your cheeks, you burrow and you burrow all day long to reach a soft and cozy spot to nap in while that same dog patrols the tree he’s sniffed your nest out in. As a squirrel, you burrow. It’s easy enough, it’s life.

» Posted By vividexpression On 04.20.2013 @ 4:36 pm


unhinge those jaws, loose those gears past your tonsils, let them turn and grind, relaxing the tendons of your vocal cords. you hear that dust phewing into the air, that squeaking groan and complaining of that voice you’ve kept hidden inside, that slow and quiet release?


» Posted By vividexpression On 01.27.2013 @ 9:21 am


the period,
it splits.
it’s a finalizer, the signature at the end of the contract,
the promise that what came before is finished.
at the end,
it’s a point
a blemish

what if it is a signal for the beginning
the cheaky wink of a beauty mark
– not a blemish
its a twinkle, a wink,
the attraction.

» Posted By vividexpression On 01.14.2013 @ 10:24 am


what do we really, truly, certainly master that is entirely of our own, individual, innocent creation/copyright?

» Posted By vividexpression On 01.10.2013 @ 2:03 pm


the noise pointed high
like a mountain, it peaks about the clouds and tufts of hair
and down he looks, with the eyes of Zeus
and the judgement of his thunder and lightning, bolts that flash in the cold calculation of his gaze
all-knowing (even miscalculated as it is)
and there,
is the vote

» Posted By vividexpression On 01.09.2013 @ 3:07 pm


It’s a quiet scent, underneath it all, lingering.
It doesn’t yell for you, scream for you, shout for it.
It waits.
It floats there, just under the shimmer of his over indulgent smile, the shine of his over enthusiastic gaze.
It’s a hazy, unfocused scent – blurring his crisp edges and softening them with its cotton must.

» Posted By vividexpression On 01.07.2013 @ 2:19 pm


you gather them and pick them, like the puffs of daffodils, those seedy things that blow so easily from the exhale of your breathing, you pick them as the child that wanders through the grassy hills by the sidewalk, wandering away from their parents outstretched arms.

picking picking

picking, and as you continue on,
the slight brush of your fingertips against each experience, they lightly flutter and scatter, so easily disturbed, effervescent and ethereal, so easily here and so easily gone.

» Posted By vividexpression On 01.06.2013 @ 7:34 am


plum wine, stained soaked, and dark

the whiskey, amber, jeweled, you frozen inside

the beer, deep oak, charred wood

» Posted By vividexpression On 01.01.2013 @ 11:16 am


there is an officer outside of my door that paces and wanders, his shadow sifting through the carpet fibers just under the frame, in it slithers through the crack between the doors bottom and the floor. can i escape? i wonder. but there he passes again, that shadow flowing treacherous through the sunlight filtered in there underneath.

» Posted By vividexpression On 12.30.2012 @ 10:37 am


it’s that first glimpse of spring, that dark potency of the black soil pulsing, peering out in splotches, so like stains, along the infinite canvas of that beige dead grass, stains but pungent, damp, …alive.

» Posted By vividexpression On 12.28.2012 @ 4:39 pm


get off your tuckus, now. you know you’ve been wondering, debating, waffling, chewing on that inner flesh of your cheek, mulling over your excuses, turning them over til they’re as rock hard as that pancake you don’t know is done yet or not, or that burger you’ve squashed til all it’s juices are run out, spluttering there in the pan. don’t drown in your wasted energy, soak it back up and get off your tuckus now!

» Posted By vividexpression On 12.26.2012 @ 11:43 am


the word is misleading, “actual.” it falls from the lips, unready. “actual.” as if it’s been dangling, clinging the whole time. sweating droplets of precarious anticipation at drowning any moment, tumbling to the abyss of a sudden fall to death at the pass of a hat. “actual.” what in fact is actual?

» Posted By vividexpression On 12.23.2012 @ 4:05 pm


as you roam through the street, in the twinkle of the snow as they drift and flutter, dotting through the street lamp as it floods in circular spots above, they scatter before you. as you approach each new sheet of wonder that floats and drizzles and flutters there before you, they part to let you wander through. and the few flakes that don’t see you coming? well they stick and cling to you, struck by the suddenness of your coming, by the suddenness of your approach.

» Posted By vividexpression On 12.22.2012 @ 8:55 am


i am parched and craving something sweet, dripping with sugary liquid that will slather from my chin to my elbows, that will, like nectar, coat my skin in the film of cloyingly sweet amber juice – satisfy me.

» Posted By vividexpression On 11.19.2012 @ 12:50 pm


faith is measured in disappointments and in the moments where faith hinges on barely nothing. it’s the increments of the faithless moments, those empty life seconds where everything seems to slip away that faith can be measured. how much is present in those such empty moments, thats how much is bottled in you, how much reserve is available to you, and i hope its enough til i can bring its replacements.

» Posted By vividexpression On 11.14.2012 @ 4:51 pm


the arts are a dying language, a whimpering form of communication. it’s words only sometimes but its that expressive method of conveying ideas, notions, the images in your head to someone else, someone outside yourself that is dying… and will you revive it? will you breathe color back into that black and white landscape that still rolls and falls away in a dangerously breathtaking jagged cliff that asks you to jump and revel in a riot of hues and vibrancy?

» Posted By vividexpression On 11.13.2012 @ 2:38 pm


major. major changes. there is a sharp turn up ahead and your gears are shifted, you’re ready to hit that brake but you’ve still got your toes revving up on that gas, there is a major turn ahead and it’s curving dangerously around, pointing towards something you still can’t yet see still can’t yet know. are you ready?

» Posted By vividexpression On 11.07.2012 @ 11:29 am


i keep my feelings on guard. there’s a little man outside the safe that locks into place right where my right ventricle must be, the one that must lead its way up to the recesses of my brain where the logic is. i like to think that little man, balding and nervous biting his nails against the possible jailbreakers on the loose is sitting with his head newly shined right at that entrance where my right ventricle leads away from that ring finger that hangs loose at my sides and tries to lead those jailbreakers away from my shaking heart and to the brain instead where my thoughts can race fast enough to confuse them away from opening up that safe.

» Posted By vividexpression On 11.02.2012 @ 6:59 pm


there broken steps with cracks where the boards are puzzled together, the wood creaks and frays, softened to velvet by years of treads wandering up and wandering down. the trails of prints leaving grooves that eddy from top to bottom and pool in places where they stopped to break and take a moment.

» Posted By vividexpression On 11.01.2012 @ 2:32 pm

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