I was taught that poems were words made to remember. So I went into a cafĂ© and wrote down the most important things I could think of. I wrote pages and pages of the stuff. And I felt like a genius until I showed it to my friends. And that’s how I proved that my [...]
Posts Tagged ‘distance’
Have you ever met an old ex-pat in a foreign country, a refugee of lost love and a prospector of new chases? I am trying new forms. I am thinking of dropping computer type for handwriting. I am going to work on this for the next few episodes, and see where it goes.
I have not yet learned to sleep through the call to prayer
by Secret Vespers on January 7, 2011 at 7:53 amI have not yet learned how to sleep through the call to prayer. It carries over the rooftops, ten thousand loudspeakers just out of sync, a rondo of monophonic voices that sweeps me into the seventh century. The call is both far and close; it is, like the Southern Cross, a whisper from another time. [...]
This episode was drawn by Francesca Frati, and the words are snatched from two different parts of Pet Poems. Pet Poems, by the way, is now available on Amazon. If you like it, I hope you will give me a good review! Pet Poems on Amazon
I haven’t been able to write. I have ideas, ideas are never the problem. Rather, ideas are exactly the problem: they keep me awake at night, sabotage any attempt to capture them, turn against me on the page. So I printed my old stories and cut them into pieces. I shuffled the small ones and [...]
Your window faced mine that summer, and every night we passed each other notes across the narrow alley. We were four stories above what used to be a canal. The buildings still lean in, as if they would crash together without the buttresses. The first time I saw you, you were tossing origami flowers, doves, [...]
It’s the longest night of the year where I live in the northern hemisphere. Do you ever go out to watch meteor showers, stare at the sky until you see a streak? Have you ever cast a wish, then realized you could make it come true?
Have you ever caught yourself staring at someone? Is it a person you later approached? Which was better, the anticipation, or the resolution?
I know a lot of people who live in their own, distant worlds. They bring back some wonderful things. Are you friends with anyone like that?


