Wednesday, March 24, 2010


In my area of residence, we just experienced a flood of warmer spring weather. The past weekend was a dream of 60 -70 degrees and bright sunlight. One could walk around without the use of their cumbersome winter coats, and perhaps without even long sleeves. In fact, I saw people sporting flip-flops and shorts, t-shirts and tank tops. Myself? I was able to roll up my work sleeves and throw my jacket in the car. I changed my shoes and slacks into jeans and sneakers.

And not only that - but I found my own place. 'A room of ones own.' I have a space, shared with one I love to share with. Ours, mine and theirs irrevocably. A slice of a private heaven. An oasis in my life truly. The size and shape? Unique. The value? Minimal, manageable... all inclusive. The synapsis? Perfect. My little hole. My sliver of widening sunlight, blasting through an otherwise hazy shroud.



Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Circular Fury

What is the purpose of a mouth?

Very simply, it is an orifice out of which we, as humans, consume nutrients to keep our bodies going. Through our mouths, we can also experience the divine gift of FLAVOR. We can even pick out the many different subtle hints of seasoning in many given dishes. Even wine. Hints of lavender or oak, smokey or bold. We have evolved whole lifestyles around eating. Which began as just surviving off of roots and berries. (Until one lucky caveman found the strawberry. Yum.)

Another use for the mouth is communication. We can formulate complex thoughts and ideas into strings of sentences and call it a conversation. We can bargain, plead, manipulate, coo, soothe, bait, snap, spit, woo, inspire, and infuriate with the clever use of words. Words that we as a species came up with just so we wouldn't have to grunt and play charades every time one of us saw a predator approaching full speed. (Or, to keep records of our history, like the actual history books say. But I like mine better.)

But another use of the mouth? To impassion. To breathe fire into others by the gift of a kiss. I won't delve into it, you all know what I mean, and it is a brilliant, many-wondered thing.

But what use of the mouth would lead me to title this relatively plain entry as "Circular Fury?" The use of the mouth known as 'Gossip'. This is otherwise known as a mental poison. A disentigration of higher forms of communication into base hear-say. The perversions of truth. The disarming of a friend through a few misplaced words and betraying of trust through the use of the mouth.

No one knows the true hurt behind it until it has been tossed lightly into their own ears. What did they say? But I never knew! And he knows too? But I didn't tell them a thing! I only told this person! This person TOLD that person? But I thought - But we were - How could he? How could she? Don't they know me at all? And now they - And he hasn't -

And the lament goes on. and the poison spreads. And unfortunately - I've dealt with it before.

Careful, flapping mouths. You can be heard father then you know.


Tuesday, March 9, 2010

That Drowsy Feeling

Sometimes I can't help spacing out. Especially if I seem to be perched in a comfortable leather armchair, in a private little office, with a belly full of Wendy's.

And of course, the more I try to snap out of it and focus, the more I end up struggling against the steadily increasing weight on my eyeballs. And like now - everything seems to be meandering in a crowd, bumping lazily into each other and then slowly recoiling in a delayed reaction of appology. I vaguely come across the thought that I should take the time to update much more then I do. I also come across the thought that perhaps I chould think about getting an oil change. Or writing a poem. Or even taking a nap.

But like facepaint in the rain, it all just kind of.... melts together. A menagerie of random color pairings and frowns where smiles used to be. (How eerie.)

So no more from me just now. I fear my ramblings are becoming just like my thoughts - unclear and drowsy.