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Ashes: Running

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

Shod feet hitting pavement at regular intervals; rhythm matches heavy breathing. Or perhaps the other way around. Sweat running down sides of face and body, accumulating in all the normal places: visible show of my extended exertion. Thoughts running ahead, planning, looking around corners and under rocks.
*POP* felt and heard.
Hands on the ground, “holy shit” on my tongue. Half crawl used to move the remaining hundred yards to my house.
Ice.
Wrap.
Elevation.
“Shit shit shit fuck” pushed through clenched teeth.
Doctors.
30-minute surgery two and a half years later, a real in-and-out job of scraping and cutting and a few thick stitches.

I can walk up stairs again.

I don’t run anymore.

Of Remotes and Bathrooms.

Sunday, November 15th, 2009

My fiancé was programming the remote for the region free DVD player, so we could watch some Without a Trace episodes.  I was wandering around, using the bathroom a lot.  Which makes me sound like a nervous puppy.  So let me start that part over.

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Overheard: at school

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

On the way to my dorm, passed a girl talking on her cell phone:

“…and she’s already talking about divorce, and I was like, man she only got married like an hour ago.”

Overheard: at school

Sunday, October 25th, 2009

One guy to another, while walking to class:

“Okay, and this time don’t overload your harddrive with porn.”

Bedclothes

Monday, October 5th, 2009

Beautiful bedclothes
wrap me up warm
vanity mirror
shows where I’m torn
pictures of pain
stolen when born
blood on the bedclothes
cause me to mourn

Day turns to night
childless mother
weeps to forget
weeps to remember
bring me to morning
my son and my daughter
blood on the bedclothes
look for no other

Beautiful bedclothes
wrap me up please
body is aching
heart cannot breathe
cradle is empty
no mouth to feed
beautiful bedclothes
I surrender to thee

A small bit of narrated dialogue.

Monday, October 5th, 2009

In the early hours of the day, a man of middle years trudged over rock and sand, a large bundle slung over his shoulder, sweat making lines through the dust on his face. As he approached a small rise, he noticed an older man sitting on the ground, drawing lines in the sand with the end of a short stick. This man looked up, and hailed the burden carrier with a raised hand and dry voice. (more…)

Ashes: Sidewalk

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

I have used you as a crying shoulder. Your harsh coldness complemented my sadness, and you added drama to a mundane misery. I have fallen on you. Trying to walk, soaked in liquor; you left marks on my skin when you slapped me with your jagged edges.

I like you when you are in the shade, cool and smooth on a hot day. Like that length of you that runs outside his door. I like to walk there. You accommodate me when I skip and spin and stand on the tip of my toes so I can kiss his cheek.

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

Here we find
blood on the floor.
Is it mine,
or is it yours?
I quite lost track
in this mirrored fight
of who stabbed who
with the kitchen knife.

Insomnia

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

Something slows the break of day.
A whisper of impending doom,
or perhaps a waking dream
has come upon my limbs to stay.

I dream to sleep through pounding night
But wicked-cold, stretched taut arms
of hardened darkness wrap my head,
and squeeze to smother, ever-tight.

Pretty much the best asparagus ever, as learned from my mom:

Monday, May 18th, 2009

Place desired quantity of asparagus in a pan that can go in the oven. My mom uses pie pans, I have a brownie pan, as long as it is shallow it’s fine.

Drizzle olive oil (extra virgin, first cold pressing; yes I am an olive oil snob) over asparagus. This, as most of this recipe, is done to taste. If you really love the flavor of olive oil, put more in. I’ve had it both ways, I prefer more of a drizzle than a bath, if that makes sense.

Add chopped fresh garlic. I typically use one peeled/chopped clove, and scatter the pieces around in the pan. Add salt and pepper.

Bake in the middle of the oven from 12-20 minutes. I know it’s a huge time range, but it really depends a lot on the size of the asparagus, and the desired firmness. I’m not a fan of squishy, but I prefer a bit softer than crunchy. Smaller sized asparagus I typically bake around 15 minutes. Larger stalks I’ve left in for 20.

This can be done with a variety of vegetables as well. It’s especially good with broccoli, zucchini, yellow squash, potatoes. The only concern with mixing veggies is that they tend to cook at different times, so it’s a bit of trial and error, for me anyway. I’ll cook potato pieces a good 12 minutes or more before I add the asparagus and broccoli, which in turn need to cook a lot longer than the zucchini and yellow squash.

This is especially good next to a beautiful steak, but can make a dinner in and of itself.