NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 21

Did you know there are people out there who can see without seeing?

They’re like human bats or dolphins or something.

They do these weird clicking noises and then

They listen for the sound they get back

To tell them what the world looks like

Kind of like Daredevil

Except without all that red leather.

Kind of reminds me a bit of poets

They get out on a stage

Make funny noises

And listen for the sound they get back

To tell them what the world looks like.

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NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 20

She was electricity in tall glasses

And he was the lowest string on a guitar

They hummed at the same frequency

Constantly they shocked each other with every almost touch

They liked to make their hairs stand up straight for each other

When they met on the dance floor of his kitchen

For the thirty ninth time

As the room breathed in all the light

He passed her secret notes

From his right hand

To her left hip

Neither of them speak

They just let the music do the talking

As they breathe the moment

In such a warm silence.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 19

You know those skydiving machines?

The ones that put you in between two giant fans

So you can pretend to free fall?

That’s what you make my chest into.

My heart feels like it has been falling

Without a parachute

Every time you look at me with laughing eyes.

If I had a wish

Just one

I’d wish this feeling on everyone in the world for a day

Just so when people asked me how you make me feel

I could point them to a calendar

To the exact day I met you

And say

Remember when the world

Wasn’t so loud for a day

That

Is exactly what you make me feel.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 18

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything (blame a very busy life!) but I thought I’d start uploading the remainder of the NaPoWriMo pieces I did so I can complete the set here, and maybe start posting newer stuff as well. Enjoy.

I’ve always been interested in language.

Like how read and read are the same written down

But context gives them both a sound

Which makes them different.

Or the words which are the same no matter what,

The only difference again being this thing called context

Can and can

Right and right

Beam and beam

So when you asked me to make my shots harder

It’s almost like you intended me to

Accidentally

Hit the ball off the sweet spot of the bat

Where it makes the dull thump sound

Where it feels like nothing at all

It’s almost like you should have been prepared for the cricket ball that came flying at you like a clarification

It’s almost like

You wanted me to hit you

Dead between the eyes

Like some kind of middle class, back garden David and Goliath.

So if you think about it

It isn’t my fault

Really

Even if you did blackout for a bit.

Think of it as a brain reset.

It works on computers.

Maybe that knock on the head

Kickstarted something important right?!

No?

Ok.

Well…

Happy birthday anyway!

Sorry about the cricket thing…

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 17

There is a mouse in my kitchen

He and his mouse friends play poker

With the ghosts of my appliances

The ghost blender mixes drinks

The ghosts of pizza boxes are eating leftovers

The mice are little gangsters

Bank robbers and moonshine runners

They wear little suits and hats

They call the ghosts wise guys

The ghost of the microwave deals a new hand

The mouse we call Roach

He wins the hand

Straight flush

All hearts

Roach tips the blender

A moth hits the window drunk

The ghost of the vinyl sings love songs to the tattooed guitar

Another day in paradise

For little gangster mice

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 16

I’ve been writing a letter to no one

For the longest time

I have been gathering my thoughts into bags

Harvesting my imagery

And storing it for…something

When i finally meet the name that will come after the ‘dear’

I will open the doors of this grain store body

Watch the words tumble clumsy

Empty everything

Just to have space

For her spare thoughts.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 15

This is the dream:

She lies under a peach tree

Carelessly running fingers across the bark

Beside her there is a basket of peaches

On her other side a pile of peach stones

The peaches are sunsets

As big as her palm

She eats them full mouthed

Light dripping

The stones are the cores of stars

Still clinging to the yellow

She places these peach stones down

Delicately imprecise

She and the tree they are on an island

Surrounded by a lake

The lake it is a mirror

The stars tread water

There are no waves here.

Everything is still.

The woman she takes a handful of peach stones

Makes them dance with small gestures

She takes them one by one and skims them across the water

Out of the water a bear comes

Swimming

Pieces of sun stuck in single strands in his fur

The bear reaches her island

Shakes off the night

Take its fur and drapes it over her

They sit beside one another

Peach stones, the woman, and the bear

He tells her all about where he goes in the morning

She laughs but she knows she will never leave this island.

This is how they sleep.

Curled around a basket of sunsets.

Tomorrow they know they will do this dance again

And they smile at the routine.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 12

The first meal I learned how to make was carabonara
a combination of egg, bacon, garlic, pasta, and a small kilamonjaro of cheese
To this day it is the easiest meal to make
and I have made it for many of my friends who aren’t vegetarians
my Italian friend Emma, from three years ago, even said it was good! And he’s Italian so that made me proud!

I learned to cook from watching my dad
he is the best cook i know
I watch him as if I’ll absorb his muscle memory through my eyes
When I’m old enough to drink beer we drink and I keep him company while he stirs in a shirt and no tie
with a tea towel on his shoulder
I sometimes catch myself doing the same thing with the towel
especially if someone is watching

My dad taught me how to make risotto over the phone
I did a tester batch and it was addictively good
I made it for a girl on our second first date
it wasn’t good enough to make her stay but we both had seconds

Everyone in my family cooks
My mother makes the best mac and cheese
she does something with the nostalgia
maybe grates it or finely sives it
either way it is baked right into the memory

Me and my brother get along better now
I went with him to a market in Barcelona and we bought ingredients
pork cuts and oranges and peppers and such
that night we sat outside
drank wine and ate pulled pork with my family and my other brothers girlfriend (who’s basically family now anyway)
Sharing a meal is the best thing to do with an evening

If I want to get to know a place or a time i like to think about the food
Texas is filled with charred brisket and bbq smoke
New Orleans is gumbo and other amazing sounding concoctions
Britain is a roast dinner
Christmas is a ham and drinks measured loosely
France is a hot chocolate and a pastry at 7am
Italy is my favourite
Visits home are whatever dad is making

I don’t cook as much as I should

I reckon I could cure just about any bad feeling with a good meal
not just the food
but the company around it
I always feel at home when I can talk over something I made with my own hands.