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Incandescence · 2008-04-09T08:44:44Z

I'll probably add some other NaPos to this, eventually... #3: To the park I once called home... I had stood here some years before, when the grass (and the wind) propelled me forward to the small solar system: the adolescent jungle gym, a sandbox and the whirr of old water fountains, and a boy I once knew. I would watch as his father stood thoughtfully to the side, perhaps struck that the world is less solid than we think--or worried, a head full of words no father should endure. This time it is I who is standing there, being watched, buttoned against the wind, alone, my hands in my jacket pockets, a ball of Kleenex closed in one fist. And as I watch two boys run circles, laugh mercilessly and oblivious to the pain of others, I thought I saw a pinpoint of light from the woods--like the glint in his eyes, like a star I might see in broad daylight, if only I had thought to look up #7: If you were made of construction paper... ...we would not be spun from one nowhere to the next, or have the argument in my head where you get up, touch the bed and tell me you should have left. In fact, I would like very much to revise the rules of flight--that I might rise on the wings of wit or intellect and touch the time and space as measured by the heart. It's true-- I would scratch my name in longhand against the rough-edged paper of your body; glue my emotions as they are: dumb and thin from a substance I don't remember. Some nights, I imagine this is all we are. You, lying there and breathing--your heart, I hear it knock from rooms away and count the stars with its bony knuckle-- an absurd sound against the darkness. Even still, I stop in place to listen--go to sit and take your warm hand which it seems has held nearly everything once and squeeze it shyly, politely, as though we are strangers and watch the shadows from the window climb and fall--the fear that you will leave easing like the words "I need you" across my heart.

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Mon Apr 21, 2008 6:39 am

whence says... · Mon Apr 21, 2008 6:39 am

19 tries too hard.
And the format of 20 smells of dead-end experimentals.

I have to say that I'm starting to be disappointed. This is only NaPo, of course, and they're certainly better than anything I've written, but a lot of these are too purple or weak for me to even connect them with 'Brad'.

The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life — and one is as good as the other.
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Fri Apr 25, 2008 9:41 am

PenguinAttack says... · Fri Apr 25, 2008 9:41 am

I like both of these. ^^

I think 19 is sad and odd, and I'm not sure how you bring about pretty words and meaning all at once (I seem to have to suffice for one) but I love that you can. ^^ And I do like this, as odd as it kind of is.

20, you may be pleased to know, no longer makes me cry. xD I love it, and the feeling of it, quite a lot. It seems, to me, to mix longing and feeling, and I love the mix.

None of which is helpful. But there you are. ^^ Keep it up.

*Hearts* Le Penguin.

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