I remember the birds and I remember the rain.
They sang and they dropped, from above
Pain
Release
I remember your song and I remember the vibration
They echoed in my brain
Release
I remember life and I remember love
They glowed
Darkness
Unbearable now, the memories of life, of touch
I pass through you unnoticed
I pray for release
I pray for pain
I pray for darkness
I pray for true death
Let me go
I find myself looking, searching
for a single speck of sand
or a wave that favours
a long lost lover
with his arms outstretched
To see his likeness in that speck
or in that wave
and know that he sees me too
And though my eyes grow weary
his melody is strong, his voice, his song
upon the wind that drives the wave
in the ripples on the sand which purl
keening within my heart
My harmony has nowhere to go
but to the sand, the waves
to my love who exists only
in the eternal sea of my soul.
L.G.Hill
@January 2, 2007
English: Fishing rods on Worthing Pier
I’m just an average Joe. I like fishin’ and layin’ around in the back yard. I like working with my hands and taking long walks down by the pier.
In fact I was down there just the other day. There was this guy with a bottle in a brown paper bag, staggering about and yelling at seagulls. I exchanged a knowing look at a couple of younger guys who were sitting on the dock with their fishing rods. I laughed, they laughed. It was one of those moments, you know? Doesn’t matter that we’d never seen each other before. Sometimes you just know what another guy is thinking.
Later that night I decided to go back. It hadn’t been a terrific day by the pier and I thought maybe the night would be quieter. I was strollin’ along and what do you know, the drunk guy was still there. I could hear him before I even got to the dock, yelling at the fish this time. What was even crazier, the same two young guys were there! Only they weren’t fishin’ this time, they were just hangin’ out drinkin’ beer on the grass beside the water.
I looked at them and they looked at me. It was just one of those moments, you know? They got up and joined me the rest of the way down to the pier and it wasn’t long before we caught up to the drunk. Man, did he splash about! It wasn’t easy – he was pretty strong for a guy who’d been drinkin’ all day. But together, the three of us got the job done.
I tell ya, sometimes you just know what another guy is thinking.
First, tell me of yourself, you said
And then I’ll tell you mine
Of strangeness I was born, I said
Of weird in black and blue
and blase of beige did I go to school
But ochre, pink and cherry
I see my sky become
in the last three minutes
of knowing you
Ah, I see, you said
And how does the future look for you and I?
Tell me yours first, I said
For you promised
You sat back and sighed, and said
Of cloud, of dust, I suffocated
and trapped I stayed by my mother’s side
But water, air and free
I see my horizon
in the last six minutes
of knowing you
Ah, I white, I said
And how does the future look for you and I?
Clear blue sky, we said
Deep in the gloom
of exhausted sighs
The candlelit room
limitless but you
my focus
On a lavender bed
enswathed in webs
and dust
Seated on the edge
you breathe
and wait
You smile
your teeth the tip
the very threshold
I imagine your skull
your bones
choking beneath your ivory skin
webs and dust
and the scent of death
sweet
powdery
death.
“Throw me one of those apples, would you honey?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
photo credit – freedigitalphotos.net
I have to start off by saying I’m happy and ashamed in fairly equal amounts. Happy that I’ve been nominated three times (!) for the Liebster Award and ashamed because it’s been so long since the nominations, which I feel I should have somehow made the time to accept right away.
So, without further ado, I’d like to first thank the wonderful people who nominated me:
My dear displaced fellow countryman, Eyagee who is enjoying the mountainous terrain of South Korea where he now lives.
Julian Froment , an avid reader, blogger and supporter of authors.
Gedwardsmith , a fellow writer whose works I look forward to reading.
Thank you gentlemen!
The Rules for The Liebster Blog Award are as follows:
List 11 random facts about you.
Answer the questions that were asked of you.
Nominate 11 other blogs for the Liebster Blog Award and link to their blogs.
Notify the bloggers of their award.
Ask the award winners 11 questions to answer once they accept the award.
Because nobody deserves to have to sit through 33 facts about me, I’ve decided to be fair and list only 11 – which also (in my mind) gets me out of doing 33 of everything. 🙂
Here goes nothing.
1. Although I love my family and friends dearly, I am quite content to be alone.
2. I love coffee. (I may have mentioned that at some point or another already.)
3. I’m deathly afraid of spiders. (Thanks mom.)
4. My house is messy because I resent giving up the time I have to write to tidy it.
5. I desperately want to go back to Japan.
6. I want to see Buck-Tick live (see above).
7. I’m an only child. Which doesn’t mean I was ever spoiled.
8. I love birds.
9. My favourite author is Stephen King (but mostly his old stuff).
10. I spell English, not American, and am annoyed every time I see words like ‘favourite’ (see above) with a little squiggly red line below them.
11. Mosquitoes are the bane of my existence. (I only bring this up now because I’m sitting outside and I just got bitten by one of the little buggers.)
For the questions I was asked I will pick the first 3 from each of those who nominated me plus 2 that I like the best.
From Gedwardsmith:
1. What’s the last song you listened to?
Megami by Buck-Tick
2. Why did you start your blog?
I started my first blog because I was told by my college professor that if you want to be able to showcase your work to a publisher it’s good to have something for them to readily look at. I split off from that blog to this one because the mishmash of fiction and articles made it feel disorganized.
3. Who inspired you to start writing?
I think the first serious project I ever took on was a fib. I made up a story to impress a friend and it grew to the point where I had to write it down. While I regret the fib, the experience has brought me here… for which I am grateful.
From Julian:
4. What is your favourite book?
Lord of the Rings. I’ve read it half a dozen times and could do it again.
5. Do you play an instrument? If so, which one?
I played the clarinet in high school but have long since given it up. I’ve always wanted to play the guitar or the piano, but I have absolutely no talent for either.
6. What is your ideal holiday?
Apart from going back to Japan, I would say sitting on a beach with a book and a pina colada for two weeks. Preferably in January, and not in Canada.
From Eyagee:
7. What is the one thing that you love the most about yourself?
My sense of humour. Seriously
8. When was the last time you laughed so hard that your stomach hurt?
The last time I can remember laughing that hard was the last (of four) time I went to see Howie Mandel live.
9. What do you appreciate most about your life?
Hands down, the opportunity to enjoy my children.
The other two questions
10. Never have I ever ___________
Died from a hangover – but I wished I could have.
11. What is your least favourite book?
50 SHADES OF GREY!!!!!!!!!
Next are 11 questions for my nominees, should you choose to accept:
1. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
2. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
3. Where were you born? (city and/or country – whatever you’re comfortable revealing)
4. Are you superstitious?
5. What’s your favourite fruit?
6. If you could collect anything, what would it be? Anything at all.
7. Name the members of what would make up the ultimate band, dead or alive.
8. What song can you not help tapping your foot to?
9. If you could paint the walls of your living room in any colour, what would it be?
10. Are you or have you ever been addicted to a game?
11. Are butterflies pretty or creepy?
And my nominees:
wilsonkhoo
A Thousand Journeys
TamrahJo
Pamela Beckford
Joeyfully Stated
Hello from Japan
Good2begone
Wanderings of a Photographer
Clearly Writing
darswords
Dori Hartley
Congratulations to my wonderful nominees. Each of them have brought something special to my life and to my blogging experience.
Please check out these fantastic bloggers!
I thought it was my lucky day. I stood in line counting and then recounting the avocados in my basket. The label on the dark green plastic net bag said ‘5 Avocados’ but there was, without a doubt, six inside. I love vegetables. I paid for them without mentioning my good fortune to the cashier and left the store. That was a week ago. Yesterday everything started to go downhill.
It was lunchtime. The sixth and final avocado looked fine. It felt a little soft but when I cut into it
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and twisted the two halves apart it looked and smelled perfect. Green and firm. The seed wasn’t too big or too
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
small. I think it was the spoon, when it came into kkkkkkkcontact with the seed that I first heard it. It sounded like static from a radio speaker. I half ekkkkkkxpected to see sparks, but that was silly.
My avocado tasted wonderful. I would go as far to say it may have been the best avokk kkcado I’ve ever had.
*****
The twitch started an hour after I finished eating my lunkk kkch. The statikkkkkkkkkc which was coming from the outside is now in my head. I thinkkkkkkk the avokk kk kkcado might have been bad after all. Wait, no. I thought the avokkcado might have been bad. Now I think it’s it’s was
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
The staticcccckk kk in my head is getting worse by the minute.
Kk kk kkill them
I’m going to the store.
*********
The kkkkccreature is large and kkkccumbersome but it has arms and le kk kk kkk gs that are useful. It ckkkkccan also drive a kkkkkccc automobile.
I ckk kk kkan’t see very well. It’s likkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkke my eyes are shaded and I thinkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kk kk seeds for eyes yes and we kk kk kkilled them all
I thinkkkk I did something terrible at the st kkore. There was blood everywhere in the vegetable aisle. I tried to warn them not to buy avo
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk SHUT UP! I’m a fruit you idiot!
cados but who would thinkk kkk kkkk kkkkkk kkkkk
*****
“Honey? Are you home? I brought Mike over to… holy shit that’s a big vegetable. You hungry Mike?”
Your love is out of this world
Touch me
place your hands, your lips
upon my flesh
initiate
contact
cosmic shift
gel in time
solidify me
take me
up
up
up
exhale your senses
and surround me, fill me
lift me
move me
inhuman faith
look not away
be by my side forever
unfinished
There’s nothing quite worse than having an olde friende that you just…can’t…seem to reach, try as you might. I have such a friend. He was a lover, once.
Ah yes, the fun we had. Frolicking and making love where ever we pleased. In back alleys and in the beds of whores as they bled out. Those were the days.
But that was quite literally centuries ago. For a vampyre however it feels like just yesterday. I would choke a nun to have just one more night with him. Funny, I say that just like mortals like to pretend they could eat a horse. Have you ever tried to eat a horse? Not as easy as it might seem.
But I digress.
My olde friende is out there. I can feel him in my blood. In my balls.
Come to me, my love. Let us kill again. Together.
Linda G. Hill 