Nuts 4 fruits

A nut no more

2012-01-04T15:29:00.002-05:00

Hello merry weary neurons! Wipe the stardust from your frozen pathways and bask in the glowing irregularities. They hang as oddly crafted glass bowls in the paper tree that never was. Come smell the stale aroma of hope before apathy fills them with a stagnant pond.

One third of the insane journey is done. Good grades too, despite failed plans that hissed and crashed like weather balloons before a tornado.

We're wildly happy that there's no snow to sink us in the arctic despair.

I lost a chunk of weight even though my exercise routine withered months ago. It dawned on me that the absence of nuts stopped festering the insides. Why did I force down the rancid stones all those years? A nut no more, we'll feed our provisions to the squirrels. And now, I can't stand the title of this blog.

If only the rest of the illogical mysteries could be thrown to the beasts...

Stuck in a space-time singularity

2011-12-16T14:17:00.007-05:00

What's on the other side of this bladed vortex? Rubbery slices of me, freshly torn and hung out to wither.

Thick, liquid nights slurp up the city by 4pm. The meagre light that shies through is tired and grey like my aging neurons. No sparks left, just bitter darkness.

Stationary changes

2011-12-04T12:39:00.007-05:00

What flimflammery is this? Sun rays every day and the lake in the distance... I moved to an apartment on the opposite side of the building. Had to get away from the crazy neighbours of the north only to be thrown into the lunacy of the south. Sanity seems to be a luxury these days.

Campus hopscotch

2011-11-15T14:12:00.001-05:00

One life is sewn into two campuses with a coarse thread of apathy.

A gentle introduction to hell

2011-11-03T06:10:00.002-04:00

It rains sunny fears on smudged reflections hauled out of the comfort zone. I disintegrate on long bus rides in the name of knowledge and a cushy future. I miss the stars the most. Those summer nights when I looked up and they eagerly awaited my counting the twinkling. And I want to forget the whispers of that child enamoured with dead celestial light. In the distant space, someone could be looking up at the Milky Way and pointing at our ghosts.

Nuts for squirrels

2011-08-24T17:40:00.002-04:00

A squirrel visited a friend's place and I was waiting with the camera phone.

Hope in the city

2011-08-17T12:53:00.003-04:00

Woke up to sunflowers on the balcony of the psycho next door. And I was overcome with sadness that we greeted each other here, among the concrete prisons of the city. Where are the flowing fields of summer?

A quiet vanishing

2011-08-11T14:54:00.002-04:00

She started leaving about a week ago, cherry coloured shoes bleeding sweetness on sidewalks. Bored and ignored, she would stretch across the sky, showing her cloud ribs to curious eyes peering out of the subway. "Here's what you missed, you fool!"

And then a gang of reckless winds came. They bullied trees, stole awkward dreams from blue post-its and carried off her suitcases. She didn't even spray her humidity one last time. The city smells of nothing. Her offers of ice cream folly and sunburn were tossed into recycle bins. Life tastes of nothing.

Summer glided away and no one noticed.

Attracting antimatter

2011-06-09T08:23:00.006-04:00

At the height of summer, a new balloon gets tied to the arms of the fool. It spells out a strident "problem magnet" in garish lavender.

Koinobori

2011-05-05T18:26:00.010-04:00

Fish windsocks wrap around wintered branches. Trusted companions as the green surges through the cracks, later than ever.

A new dawn

2011-05-05T13:47:00.005-04:00

He makes the best of any situation, no regrets or euphoria. Cozies up to life whether it stabs at his face or carries him on duck feathered clouds. And this dawned on beleaguered heads with such enlightenment that the end of transmission had to be cancelled. For now.