In my empty kitchen, a used up paper cake cup
Becomes a rare genus of white rose
when rolled in between my fingertips.
I could not think of anyone to gift it to but you,
Now nowhere to be found. Perhaps an hour before
When we stood beneath the neighbors' seeping patio,
The leaking liquid falling in loud spats
Brought on by the Spring thaw,
You would have accepted
This token of my affectation.
And recognizing the imaginativeness of its beauty
You would have remembered why
It was we make such incredible love.
Instead, you stood over your rusted bicycle.
A Valkyrie and steed, hair curling in the wind,
Eyes melting the world around us.
This is our Vigrior, this empty parking space the scene
Of our last clash. I try to tear your fingers from the handlebar
And pull you in towards me, begging that you choose
To spirit me off with you into your paradise.
But empty handed, without a rose,
Without even a reason for you to stay,
You back away. I back away. The cold is just as unforgiving
When it hits me, and I remember the numbing
Sensation of abandonment. You take off where
I cannot follow, over the earth gasping for breath.
Somewhere near, the raven beckons
In foreign words from its unseen perch
To find another set of wings to flay.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Everyday Mind Freak 1/25/2011

Everyday mind freak 1/25/2010: The combined historic emissions of just seven US states—Texas, California, Illinois, New York, Indiana, Pennsylvania, and Ohio—totalled more than any other country in the world, including China in 05. Since then China and India, both with populations exceeding 1 billion, have had significant rises in emissions. Imagine what it will be like when two more countries are living like we do.
Everyday Mind Freak 1/24/2011

Everyday mind freak 1/24/2010: the Mona Lisa doesn't have eyebrows. In Renaissance Florence shaving off your eyebrows was what was hot on the streets.
Update: Research has shown that the Mona Lisa did in fact have eyebrows at one time. The loss of the top paint layers with the eyebrows is the unfortunate result of restoration and cleaning techniques. Still mind freaky.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Everyday Mind Freak 1/22/2011
Our galaxy is on a collision course with the Andromeda Galaxy.
Today's Everyday Mind Freak was brought to you by the Adler Planetarium. The Adler Planetarium and Astronomy Museum: "Because the Museum of Science and Industry sucked when you were 13 and it still sucks today."
Today's Everyday Mind Freak was brought to you by the Adler Planetarium. The Adler Planetarium and Astronomy Museum: "Because the Museum of Science and Industry sucked when you were 13 and it still sucks today."
Friday, January 21, 2011
Everyday Mind Freak 1/21/2011
Today's everyday mind freak is brought to you by the Adler Planetarium. "Proving that you're not the only star in the universe since 1930."
Why is the day sky blue? Not because of the oceans. Nitrogen, which makes up 78% of the atmosphere, scatters blue light from the sun the most efficiently which causes us to perceive the sky as blue.
Why is the day sky blue? Not because of the oceans. Nitrogen, which makes up 78% of the atmosphere, scatters blue light from the sun the most efficiently which causes us to perceive the sky as blue.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Everyday Mind Freak 1/20/2011
What do you call someone who plays guitar? What do you call someone who plays piano? What do you call someone who plays cello? What do you call someone who plays violin? What do you call someone who tours? What do you call someone who makes art? What do you call someone who raps?...a-haaa ::finger wave::
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
At the Behest of Others
Nobody likes a copycat. Except the copyman.
Who copy, can. And copy, does. That man
Without a plan, copying with his sordid hands
Clearly coordinated paths. Insinuated can'ts lost
When the little devil on his shoulder in the body
Of a ram says listen copier, you can...you can!
They won't notice. They won't see,
You'll go down in history. A lovely little melody,
A tale of caution for the meek. The one that's been told,
On the whole,
A thousand times
Before.
Before.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Writing jokes
I think all profession jokes are lame, but these got a chuckle out of me.
How many mystery writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Two. One to screw it almost all the way in, and the other to give it a surprising twist at the end.
How many screenwriters does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Why does it have to be changed?
How many cover blurb writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A VAST AND TEEMING HORDE STRETCHING FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA!!!!
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