Particle Room - 9/2010

There are some things being made.

Strong and Silent

by Danielle


strong and silent. is a type.
the ability to be quiet, or patient, a virtue.
proud girl.
writing a draft. to whom, she could send anything.

a woman walks to the site where her relatives were burned.
she has never met them nor did she know of their existence before today.
but, looking over the edge, imagining them falling. naked. helpless.
she loses them. for the first time.

i have told this story?
about the train tracks.
the end of the line. the summertime.
how all of the flowers covered everything.
and. it was beautiful again?

that evening, i called my mother
and i told her i loved her. unabashedly.

we pray for things when we need them. we are good at forgetting.

Remember this day, in which you came out of Egypt,
out of the house of bondage,
for by strength the hand of the Lord brought you out from this place (Exodus 13:3)

i was your exodus.

the body reproduces its cells every seven years.
tattoos are permanent because the ink gets locked in lymphatic vessels
underneath the dermis.

"Jana Danae" by Matt

by Skot

Who owns a sunset?

"Jude" by Scott

"Shadows" by Jeff

"Joe's Diner" by Fox

by Rose

What is the path of the soul as it attaches to the body?

I recognize faces of those I know in those I have never before seen.

Our roles are determined to a great extent by the shape of our bones.

Material determines importance, as does evidence of time.

His path was built around her, and then she was removed.

What is the resolution of memory?

There is much dirt between us.

Ornate Parisian Dish

"Ornate Parisian Dish" by Scott

I sat at the end of the table closest to the bottom step where my father's cat sat lurching, heaving, struggling to clear his stomach of some wretched undigested mass. He usually uses a spatula to scrape it from the top of the dark blue carpet after it comes up. This story makes her pregnant belly ache because she laughs so hard.

Three years ago in the hospital delivery room I reached under the plastic and grabbed a sterile bowl for her in case she needed it. It is normally used to hold the placenta afterward. The nurse was irritated.

I got up from the table and grabbed a glass bowl that held only a remote control, and I placed the bowl on the carpet in front of him. We had brought it from Paris. There were several small pieces of meat alongside two long green stalks, all covered with a shiny brown sauce.

Delicious.

Some mothers eat the placenta after birth. My mother washed the dish. It was her birthday.

by Ryan

"Bubble Bonanza" by Jeff

"Hang Pendant" by Fox

by Biz

Brooks brothers casual wear,
Late-night stand-up golf-video-games.
Fair skin, fair hair, straight, conditioned.
“I learned to play tonight.”
Smiles, wrinkles, electricity.
They leave the bar together, sober enough, and very alive.
“They are so many things at once”;
noticed in awe.

by Mary

Cody in real life

by Anal

by Leaf

Spitting Stardust

Adrift by Bret

Adrift, gone to sea, we are far on the brink of the horizon. Spitting stardust on a bed of orange undulating wildly, heaving and spraying purple foam off of the bow. I am creasing the blanket of your body, an ocean wet and deep, dark and dangerous. Life and death wrestling for a breath of air. Adrift

my bestest plan by David

http://www.vimeo.com/10169079

carts in the wash by Fox

Out on a trike ride this morning I saw a shopping cart in the wash uncovered by the receding waters after the last rains. I thought it looked interesting. A little further on I saw a second cart in the wash. As I pedaled away I thought, "If I see a third one, I should take pictures." Two minutes later, a third one appeared. And up near the far end of the loop I've been riding, there was a fourth, although that one had been there for a while. So I shot them all, and here they are. Some sort of statement about the works of man and the power of nature.

Grassy Field by Gina

Patriotic Shadow by Scott

Funeral procession for fallen kid drove by our corner. Driving now.

July by danielle

i think you are in paris and in love. i think this is wonderful. time passes in the most incredible way. sometimes it is so slow and then suddenly we are light years away, not necessarily in time but in our hearts. when it does pass, memory changes. i don't want to give up my memories. i want to have all of them like precious purses full of light and color and tiny wonderful things.

Wild Memory

Five letters, five lovers, one heart. By Danielle

I put on your tobacco flower and all of a sudden there's a big man in my room - he's sitting on my wrist.

You were a heavy time, a night without luggage. An afternoon in Istanbul.
You were a trainride and a sidewalk. A trip around the world.

You were the foreshadowing of all the immortal lovers. The heavy and bright secret of my next, my former life. (17).

I wish I could paint a picture
of this frozen river
where I stand
between you and me.

In my heart, which is my light.

by Gina

Canine olympiads fill the street, down on the 2nd floor of their building- they can see the sidewalk from the mirrored corridor. I stood there for a time, and I never understood why. The wall by the window had two panels going horizontal. three panels vertically. i think i wrote to you about this already, last Christmas.

by Anal

By Rose

By Mary

by Roksana

Antarctica is waiting in the other room,

Unpacking its ice worlds,

Ghost ships,

Delicate formations.

I turn

To look for the other shoe.

I fiddle with the locks.

Ice cracks along the wall

As flocks of wild things

Make their wild cries

Spreading their wild wings over the snow

I ask another question.

In turn

The southern summer

Sets

Its clocks.

"Hearth Attack" by David

"Fishing Egret" by Fox

".The Rose of Transience." by Skot

by Scott

Cell Division

".. .cell division." by Skot

"Light Spectacle" by Leaf

"In my research I captured this animal" by David

by Scott

Tripping on trophies makes laughter. Forgotten.

Paper template coats the floor like a stain. Removed.

"Cafecitocuajimoloyas" by Susy

by Anal

"There Is a Natural Balance" by Mary

"Below the Flush" by Fox

"Bodisatva" via Bret

On the surface of the wave, fold the skin of the earth with your magic fingers and bounce the light of galaxies off of the raging oceans. Extinguish the fires that rage in the heart of me and draw me to the indigo cool in the eyes of you, my goddess.

"I Feel You" by Rose

Polarized

"Electric Heater, Kabul" by Lars

"Neon Trace" by Fox

"Barely Manly" by Rose

by Bret

Captured in a box, a firefly in a jar, an image of you so long forgotten, again I feel you next to me, running through the house like a tornado

BOXES by Danielle

"Take a deep look at why you are avoiding" by Leaf

by Cat

by Matt

by Anal

"Homescreen" by David

"The Undertaker" by Roksana

I bury another day.
A proper funeral
With as much flourish
As I can spare
On questions that remain
Unasked
Accomplishments
Unfilled
Identities
Unvalidated.
The minuscule remains
Fit for a coffin of a child.
How dull.
I create but eulogies.
Cemeteries blossoming with my success.

"Pattern and Sky" by Scott