Posts Tagged ‘people’

a mouthful of orange peel with watered down gin

and a lemon wedge is the ultimate hangover cure

my friend says

sometimes pronouncing love is like tying a knot

with a cherry stem

a grapefruit is a sun

my mother spends hours on vacation

digging in wild thorny bushes for berries-

ephemeral gems

cranberry sauce is a constant at my family’s thanksgiving

as people come and go but the red jelly is always present

someone takes a bite from an apple and suddenly it’s his property

blueberries aren’t used to barter

in this country they’re ubiquitous

durians may soon be used in chemical warfare

people like me eat

words like grapes

Here’s a plank to think.

A response to an oral: an assembly.

Assemble quickly,

silently, or not so.

Better to think than preach, so they say.

So they say there’s a way. Even in.

An even you don’t. You catch.

An assault of lights.

A wink. A thousand brights. Yellow globes of strobe.

Yellow burning white.

Little planets.

Comets. Of whirring and flash

there is no worry.

And so to stick to mind.

And so stick a tongue, so stick a lip;

there are worse, and there are white lights.

And there are purses, there are people.

Where there are purses, there are people.

Mind not the blinding, the light

from up.

Think aloud.

“So they say.”

You say.

And there’s applause.

We are all shoved under the microscope.

We are each choked by leashes of wire.

We’ve spent years within stores,

at garage sales, perusing someone else’s memories,

because what we have isn’t good enough.

In the end, the “good citizens” are the ones that don’t acknowledge the surveillance.

In the end, the ones that speak up

cause change.

“You’re so nice.
You’re not good,
you’re not bad,
you’re just NICE.
I’m not good,
I’m not nice,
I’m just RIGHT.” ~The Witch, from “Last Midnight”

from “Into the Woods” by Stephen Sondheim.

Have you ever seen a doorknob split in two?

How does petrichor make you feel?

Do you know what petrichor is?

How many people in the world sneeze at this exact moment?

Would there be color without light?

What do birds think about?

How many ants can lift a cherry?

What’s a child’s first reaction to snow?

How many people do you know with heterochromia?

What were your great-great-great-grandfather’s last words?

What were your grandmother’s first words?

How many purses are there in Japan?

What do bees think of humans?

Who was your first hug?

It’s both difficult and easy to

imagine the Sky as something endless.

It is more difficult to imagine

everything under the Sky,

though both sky and the realm below it

have always been,

for every thing living and imagining,

between the two.

Status of Humanity

be diminished by

Past questioned, Look, Voice-

and- Expression- thereby-

Now I wonder

if I’m someone who knocks

and tries to bring people

out of their loneliness, or

if I’m the person behind the door

living in my own world,

but shutting other people out

at the same time…

The Space between us

is more than Silence-

more than Longing, still-

I had lowered my Defense

 

perhaps a bit too soon,

and struck too many times,

or perhaps we missed

Opportunity to reason- you and I-

Today’s date

attached to four names

I don’t recognize.

And I wonder

about names

attached to headstones,

about futures

attached to children

along with memories.

And these are people

who will only be remembered if

they fall under these circumstances-

if they had children,

if they are a character in someone’s story.

We remember historical figures

and celebrities

because of their national renown,

but who remembers

the little people

with their names printed

small

in newsprint?