if it quirks..

then, I have done my job

ASCI name

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The stargazing swing

geminirbThey were definitely rascals, but they meant no harm.  It was just the way they were.  Besides, they were family.  Yet, as Glenn scanned the stars and found Gemini he knew Lark and Wren would not be this way forever.  One day, maybe soon, something would give.  And there would be pieces to pick up.  Glenn’s gaze roved over the hunter Orion, Perseus, Pegasus–all explorers.  The stargazer swung higher, willing his body to rocket into the sky.  Why was he grounded here?  The garden remained the same, but he was outgrowing it.  There must be something more outside.  Did he dare…?  Dare what?  There was his family.  What about Sunny, Lark and Wren, Yvette?  How would it be without him there to watch over them, guard the garden, and keep things running smoothly?  A sigh escaped him as he dragged his feet through the dirt.  The swing stopped, but he continued sitting and gazing.

“It’s beautiful tonight.”

Glenn smiled and said, “You always know where to find me.”  He didn’t have to come back down to earth to know it was Yvette.

“May I join you?” Yvette asked.

“Be my guest.” Glenn motioned to the swing next to him.  She stepped forward carefully and sat down in the swing.  They looked up at the sky together.  “The twins and Sunny are in bed.  They were having a pillow fight, but ceased when threatened with medicine.  They hate the taste and they had already brushed their teeth.”  Yvette laughed softly as if the tiny points above might topple down like crystal figurines in a glass case.

Glenn said, “I don’t know how you keep it together and tame them so easily. I just get frustrated and angry…all the time.  I feel like it’s growing more often.”  He trailed off.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, ” said Yvette.  “They know that you don’t mean it.  It’s just who you are.  I can see that you try to keep composed, and hold us all together while managing the garden.  All the while you dream of getting out.  You were meant for so much more, but you battle the stifled tension within that comes with great responsibility.”  She finished in the same hushed voice and dug her bare toe into the dirt.  She continued, “This place is beautiful, but you are meant for greater things, Glenn.  I know it.  Just keep your eyes and chin turned up.”  She gestured at the diamond speckled sky at those words.  Glenn turned to look at her.  She could be a living constellation.  Her charcoal eyes reflected the starry bodies, like billions of diamonds in the recesses of a cavern.  He could not read her.  He stared at her profile a moment longer then looked back at the sky and laughed.  “Did I tell you what they did today?”

“Mmhmm, Glenn, you let Lark have it, didn’t you?”  Yvette shook her head, but a smiled played at the corners of her mouth.  He started chuckling at the memory of the twigs sticking out at all angles.

“Yep, I guess it tamed them for now, ” Glenn said.  “They are so funny!”

“I know!  I don’t know a pair of crazier pixies.”

Glenn looked at Gemini again.  “Did I ever tell you the story of Gemini, the twins…”

Monday, March 13, 2017 (Sway)

Idaho, Pt. 2 by Acid Ghost

I want to sway to a beat like this on infinity // for the 13th day of the 3rd month is green like the gin dream I was on just the other day.

 

a quickening within that propels the outside

that instinct to run?

 

 

 

 

I hate it.

A study

They cut me open.

They ripped at the gash; curling away the dry, dead hide, picking through the pink tender sinews, right down to the purple, green-blue nerves.  They strung up the feeling within, wound it up like an electric cord.

My bones.  They crawled into my bones.  They creaked and cracked with such weight.

They asked for food, so I pushed my stomach out the gash to make space for their feast.

They asked for air, so I pushed my lungs out of the gash so they could rocket beyond.

They asked for the word, so I swallowed my tongue to make way for a truer sound.

They asked to go places, so I gave my legs, my feet to skip nations.

They asked to know, so I let them pick my brain to bits.

They asked for color and warmth, so I gave my hands and then my arms;

I stretched them so wide.

They asked for purpose, so I pushed aside my heart to make way for their new pulses.

They crawled inside my empty carcass, and made me live.  

They sewed up the slash marks

…my blood…

“I believe in Love” ~Brett Loman

to be there…

“She is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness”

Capture

L’ecole Des Femmes, Hattie Watson

a teen’s job is never done when it comes to keeping the world in a strict and orderly chaos

Just so long as you’re 99 percent monstrosity

and 1 percent sweet sass

otherwise, your mother would never know what to do with you

otherwise, your father would have a stroke

otherwise, your siblings would question your sanity

otherwise, you’re a true freak among freaks

otherwise, the kids would be all right.

a light through a haze

A beautiful sunrise through film.

A morning calm

“Fiat.”

 Pieta by William-Adolphe Bouguereau