September 2009
5 posts
The Reaper
I imagined her words to be a broken song
Her lips parting as they flowed through a songless lullaby
And I listened
And I watched
Her gaze at a removal and her sighs at a still
Her voice prolonged by a cloudless romance
That I couldn’t bring myself to admire
Her touch and grace taunted my memories of her:
Deathlike embrace
Her deathlike smile
Her deathlike gratitude
And her deathly...
Spider Soul
I killed a spider the other day, mercilessly squishing it between a hardcover book and my bed sheets; and changing them immediately afterwards for fear of attracting more eight legged arachnids.
Then, that night, lying in my newly changed sheets a thought crossed my mind: We as a nation find slaughtering animals and murdering others atrocious, but the act of squishing a specimen the size of a...
“God is a concept by which we measure our pain.”
– John Lennon