Tuesday, October 31, 2006

this journey called a novel

novels are journeys, for the writer and for the reader. good novels are journeys that remain, that keep on moving. they are like magic. that’s what i want to create: a journey that encompasses moments, thoughts, scenes that otherwise would be lost, or wouldn’t have come into existence.
also, on a more down to earth note, novels are the form of fictional writing that are opening the doors to another level, one of being read, being taken serious, being able to earn ones living by writing. which is the level i want to reach.

- anovelinayear, task 2: I want you to tell me why you want to write a novel - not why you want to be a writer, but why, specifically, a novelist. This time, avoid the temptation to be clever or funny. Sit quietly for a minute and think about it, and be simple and honest.

Monday, October 30, 2006

blues



october twigs letting go
of curled red leaves
under a great blue sky,
the remains of summer
falling to the pavement

where a man in green jacket
and green trousers waits,
he brushes them together
in piles and wraps them up
in huge blue plastik bags

to be carried away
to be turned to earth
in the communale
compost farm

- Thursday Challenge, theme: "autumn"

Sunday, October 29, 2006

i am

The day after my eighth birthday, my father told me that I am old enough to climb a mountain now.
"I am," I started to answer, then stopped, searching for the right words.
"See, I knew it," he said to my mother, unaware of the fact that I hadn't really finished my sentence.

- anovelinayear, task 1: Take up a notebook and pen, and write one sentence, beginning with the words, "The day after my eighth birthday, my father told me..." Write more than a sentence if you like but just one sentence is fine.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

free falling



the radio was playing Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Free Falling, when the phone rang, once, then twice. on the third ring, i picked it up. in that very moment, one of the red petals in the blue vase decided that this would be a good time to let go, and sailed down, landing in a new form of itself, its core still in the centre.
"wow," i said.
"hello?", the phone answered.

- Photo Friday, challenge "accidentally"

Friday, October 27, 2006

sunrise in a box

  • costume :: helloween
  • beg :: ger
  • hottie :: cooler
  • celebrity :: star
  • saturday :: sunrise
  • buckle :: up
  • doorbell :: gong
  • rude :: box
  • absence :: out
  • hyper :: media

  • - Unconscious Mutterings, week 195

    Friday, October 20, 2006

    innocence



    innocence is a petal
    opening in October

    beyond the security
    of a green fence

    that guards this place
    called summer

    - Photo Friday, challenge "innocence"

    Wednesday, October 18, 2006

    tides



    a house built on sand. that was the first thing they saw of the bay of pollentia. a house, about to drift away into the ocean. in all the years that followed, they looked for it when they reached the bay, expecting it to be gone. but in all those years, the house surprised them by keeping its balance, there, in the sand, in between the shells, in between the coming and going of tides.

    - Photo Friday, challenge "destruction"

    Tuesday, October 17, 2006

    breathe forward

  • weeks :: time
  • cough :: cougar
  • jail :: wall
  • produced :: grown
  • ? :: !
  • stapler :: box
  • next :: forward

  • oxygen :: breathe
  • musical :: tune

  • - Unconscious Mutterings, Week 193

      Monday, October 16, 2006

      in the hour of dusk



      leaving genua
      in the hour of dusk
      with the lights
      floating by
      like a river
      into darkness
      waiting for the night
      to rise

      - Thursday Challenge, theme: "dark"

      Monday, October 09, 2006

      thin



      in tune with the theme of photo friday and the dew haiku, a spider was weaving its web in the garden yesterday. this morning, it sparkled with dew drops, held by those thin web strings, looking like a microcosmos of star drop constellations, there, in the backyard.

      this dew drop world
      may be a dew drop
      but still...

      - Photo Friday, challenge "thin"

      Wednesday, October 04, 2006

      lunar light



      they had been there all day, but it was in the night, on the way back from the restaurant called Arlequin, that they were alone at the beach. "the moon," she said, and pointed at the reflection on the water that moved in waves. they walked with it, with this reflection, and she was amazed how it moved with them, how it stayed by their side.
      "it's what light does," he said, and painted the moon for her in the sand, and the sun, to explain the reflection.
      that was what she remembered, the next day. the sand moon, and the sand sun. and the riddle of the reflected lunar light that moved with them.

      - Thursday Challenge, theme: "light"

      Tuesday, October 03, 2006

      tsuyo

      this week i am working on a language project that includes poems in other tongues. that's how i found this poem, and came to translate it. then i thought, it expresses its meaning even when you don't understand the words. that's how i was drawn to it.

      Tsuyo-no-yo wa
      tsuyu-no-yo nagara
      sari nagara
      - Issa, Japan
      .

      Monday, October 02, 2006

      anger



      anger has an ugly face
      void of colours
      stuck to black on white
      it sits under the naked feet
      of the known world
      waiting to bite

      - Photo Friday, challenge "anger"