Tuesday, March 21, 2006

fairy tales and real-life application

The human goal: To make meaning in and of an absurd universe.

Are we wanted? Will we be loved despite age or be replaced? Others in the class may sleep or look at one another skeptically, but I understand. Fairy tales, so basic in good contrasted against evil, address those base troubles which haunt and taunt us through every step of life.

Women may feel alone, but their feelings are not singular or irrational.

Your face, peaceful as a child laying down to rest. Why do you remind me of a child in this moment? Why does it move me so?

Because you place yourself before me with entire vulnerability, and you know this, and at the exact same time, you cannot conceal your joy.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

ne'er far from here

(beware the ides of march!)

Clouds whisked away in face of the moon's confident gaze. Her brightness blinks in my eyes as I close them.

Cold winds. Could this be fall? Spring is on the way, I recall, and then they do not chill me.

It gets better.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

a fiction-worthy wind

I feel nostalgia for a place I've seen briefly and a life I've never lived.

It must be damn painful in that mind, but so intriguing for one outside.

In my world, it's time to finish a paper, get this knee to stop cracking, and wander for a meal eventually.


I sometimes wish your stories -- selections of them -- were mine. But each to his fate. I may live vicariously through others, but I may be able to translate those words into Spanish.


Sunday, March 05, 2006

it occurred to me to ask

"Who knows how to play hopscotch?" I ask.

Do children still play hopscotch? I don't know.

Most eagerly raise their hands. "I do!"

In Friendly's last night, as we laugh loudly, a mother walks over with a tiny girl. "She says she recognized one of you as her gymnastics teacher."

Usually running around the gym heedless of anyone's instruction, the child's face is stiffened with embarrassment, but her eyes are intense.

"I have her!" I say.

Games may change. Feelings, never.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

sometimes you can't make it on your own

I don't know what's wrong. But I suppose it could be worse.

Snow falls. At least it's vertical today.

I didn't fall. Does that make a difference?