Image:
A bus full of people--every shade of color.
Sitting second row from the back.
Korean girl in front of me gossips with her nodding friend in a stream of asian syllables I've never tasted.
accelerate and bounce, engine revs,
Aisles full of anxious people--I'm a lucky sucker with a seat.
Driver slams on the brakes,
We all grab hold or go flying. cluttered, fixing, reaching chatter in eight different tongues as we help each other up.
Archive: 2.10.06 12:20 PM
The Mile High Club
Just for the record: Mile High Drive is in fact over a mile above sea level.
It is, in case you were wondering, 5,314 feet at it's highest point.
That's 34 feet over a mile. (which is 5,280 feet)
The wonders of Provo never cease to amaze me.
* * *
From a distance the sound of cheering welcome dancing revel
--clouds of color rise into the blank white sky.
Closer: pink smoking pillars of powder fill lungs nostrils drumbeats.
thrown green yellow red royal purple spattered smeared smiling faces hands in the air pulsing in the dust pushed up against each other.
From above they join, dropping purple rain silhouetted against the setting sun.
creamwhite spires: fluted bases collecting orange magenta maroon in every nook and crevice. crowd chants foreign phrases at the top of their lungs joyous. friends found and lost in a sea of bodies jumping moving feeling: together.
Thousand handfuls of color thrown open wide: welcome spring.
3.29.08-1
lost a rib.
gone when I woke up-- just an emptyness where one used to be
this hollow
absence
vacant.
left me incomplete. We are more anchored by the things that go missing than the things that appear.
Spaces between bars are heavier than any shackles. holding. what isn't there.
unplayed notes sound louder: burden of silence
we are held in the grip of what we don't hear
made of holes that hold meaning.
some are better imperfect:
beautiful song on a blown-out speaker, charms.
weathered smile with missing tooth : endearing
grandfather on his old violin
but still: we long to be whole
one.
(rib returned)
where are you bone of my bones?
3.21.08-1 (for Lisa)
colored sky orange into blue
evening: lazy moon perched on the mountains procrastinates rising.
we missed summer. and smoke. --I didn't mind. sorry I made a big deal.
happy when you found a skirt that twirled
pink with ribbons. You are a twirling skirt.
and you don't need another suitcase to take you away
can always get another.
I counted the diamonds on Clyde's argyle when he told us his story again.
the way newspaper fades warmest yellow I love.
Scared me that we scared him.
...and I hope that Helen came home soon.
Heartbeat like purring in slow motion
your breath filled me as we lay in the dark with the cat
close.
what I'd like to remember.
Asterisk & Octothorpe
On a Touch-Tone telephone keypad, the asterisk (*) (called star, or less commonly, palm or sextile[2]) is one of the two special keys (the other is the number sign (#) (pound sign or hash or, less commonly, octothorp[2])), and is found to the left of the zero.
ASTERISK: as-tə-ˌrisk as·ter·isk
An asterisk (*) is a typographical symbol or glyph. It is so called because it resembles a conventional image of a star (Latin astrum).
Symbol (*), used to highlight a particular word or sentence, often to indicate a footnote;
sometimes used instead of typographical bullets to indicate items of a list.
Three spaced asterisks ( * * * ) centered on a page may represent a jump to a different scene or thought.
Colloquially, asterisks can be used to represent *emphasis* when italics are not available.
In programs distributed at race tracks, an asterisk next to a jockey's name indicates that he or she is an apprentice, and in many cases is allowed to ride at a slightly lesser weight than the other jockeys. Such a jockey is sometimes called a "bug boy."
In computing: A wildcard symbol.
OCTOTHORPE: octo- + thorp p/ ɒktəʊθɔː
Used in the U.S. and Canada on touch-tone telephones. "Please press the pound key"
The word has appeared in many forms, including octothorn, octalthorp, and octatherp as well as octothorpe. There are at least five stories circulating about its source. Nobody is in any doubt about the first part, which is obviously enough from the Latin (or Greek) word for 'eight', as in 'octagon' for an eight-sided figure, because of the eight points on the symbol. It’s the second half that puzzles the experts.
The American Heritage Dictionary says that it comes from the family name of James Edward Oglethorpe, the eighteenth-century English philanthropist who secured a charter for the colony of Georgia in 1732 as a refuge for unemployed debtors.
A second story says that it is a whimsical creation based on the idea that the symbol looks like a village surrounded by eight fields. 'Thorp' is the Old Norse word for a village, which appears in many English place names, such as 'Scunthorpe' or 'Cleethorpes'.
In the UK and Australia the symbol is often used as medical shorthand for 'fracture'
3.20.08-1
Pictures
shallow ponds of color rubbed off on meager paper
immoving reflection unlike memory, but like what I remembered
this one blue and red
all that's left of someone I loved.
Once I dreamt you looking back through the pane of a picture
hair softly blowing in the mountain breeze
sitting serenely looking back at me
unable to cross the divide.
What's left when we are gone?
ideas of who we once were in the heads of people we knew?
things. places that change. fragile names.
and photographs: more diligent than the inner eye
encaptured light. and time
photonsketch of what not remains
remains.
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