Archive for April, 2008
Dear April 30th,
Four years ago I spent April 30th in Amsterdam. I thought that was the greatest April 30th of my life. Celebrating Queen’s day with strangers. Watching the city turn into a gigantic market. Eating french fries with mayo. Smoking like there was no tomorrow. Enjoying the orange filled streets. [...]
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Break
Down
The smell of fire is locked in the air I breathe. Feelings of helplessness overwhelm be with tears.
“After review we have chosen another candidate…
Good luck with your future endeavors.”
Common sense tells me:
Remain Calm
It’s Okay
The market is tough right now
It’s rough for everyone
Something will work out
Yes…
Yes…
Common sense tells my Head what my Heart can’t find it [...]
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A letter to old friends
Sometimes I reminisce about the times we had together. The laughs, the tears, the cigarette breaks. Then an overwhelming sense of disappointment fills me. How did the bond we believed was so tight suddenly evaporate? I questioned my own motives behind our friendship. I questioned whether or not I was [...]
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dear elaine in 2002, 2003,
before there was the workshop.
before there was this space.
there was me in 2002.
there was me in 2003.
you didn’t know it then, but writing saved you. as i read your old journal entries i still feel the pain behind your words. i fight back tears. i fight back the pain.
i just wanted to share [...]
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dear childhood,
where did you go?
how did i get to that point where all i feel are aches and pains?
when did the comment, “you’re so old!” begin to apply to me?
i thought you would hang out for so much longer. i still want to play on the swing sets or climb on the jungle gyms or watch [...]
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Dear Aimee Bender,
I’ve always liked your work. In college I picked up “the Girl with the Flammable Skirt” because it was in the books by UCI authors section. My eyes soaked up the words and when I saw your new novel, “An Invisible Sign of My Own” on the shelf. I immediately picked it up.
Today [...]
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dear tiredness,
stop following me around.
pretty puhlease.
thanks,
el
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a postcard to dreams
a million things run through my mind, but i can’t find a way to stop, slow down, and tell you how i feel.
eyelids are heavy with lack of sleep. the heat causing insomnia as i toss and turn the night away.
what happens to the world when we dream?
i create a world of fantasy where the [...]
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Dear Mr. Snow,
I just finished a book that made me fear writing honestly. A villainous character deduced that when people write stories, they generally write about themselves. Their fiction actually representing truths. My eyes and fingertips grew with worry since I knew that’s how I’ve been writing my prose and poetry. While fear of [...]
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dear muse,
why does imagination have to be so fleeting? it’s almost as if imagination and passion tease the soul into a tizzy. feeling the pressure of society looming overhead is annoying. the hustle kills. the only solace is found in a maze of words. getting lost in literature brings a calm that no one, no thing, [...]
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