August 2009
1 post
underwater
she was rather pretty, i think. nothing brilliant but she had nice hair. it was long and brown, and glinted in the summer sun as she ducked her head into the pool. i imagined writing poems about that, the shine of it, and how it stuck to her shoulders like they were moulded for her. beautiful. i suppose she must have caught me staring because she did the blinking thing and smiled without showing...
June 2009
1 post
television
alex was going away, typical college leaving, and before that he gave me his television, which was amazing, for a 13 year old then. wasn’t anything special, pretty old model, but coloured nonetheless, and the sound still worked and it didn’t get wonky if i placed anything heavy on top of it. it was amazing, because my mother basically gave me the okay for it to be in my room and told...
May 2009
3 posts
balloons
i think i was a little older than 8, maybe 10-ish when i heard about Zeppelin, the mother of airships. airships. wonderful, floating entities so high up there in the sky, so unreachable and special. by then we were on to blimps, and it was rare to catch them in action, so to speak. it wasn’t so much that it was the floating and flying that amazed me. those were easily answered questions,...
derrick
derrick was older than me, maybe about 16 at that time. he was the perpetuum totem of coolness, he was kinda smart and kinda popular. different people would go over to his yard all the time and ask him out for football, or volleyball or a cycle and he would always say yes, with that smile and two fists in the air, like punching victory, like ‘yeah! i’m wanted!’. i think at that...
grandma
it was my birthday the last night, and my mum got together some people that i didn’t mind. we had cake and we ate together, talked like we were happy, and pretended that we truly liked each other. my grandma was there, which was odd since i always thought she never honestly liked me, because she didn’t like mum, and i liked mum better than i did my dad. anyway, she was there, in all of...
April 2009
1 post
ms moon
it was insanely noisy, i remembered, as the teacher told us that the moon was really a sphere, round, and has been so since God could remember. there were people shouting ‘the moon is a c, a c, i see it every night’ and protesting stupidly that there are actually a lot of moons and they take turns, like some kind of duty roster. i have never felt so embarrassed for being young as i...