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A Curious Mind: A VignetteIt was winter still, the dregs of Marchlike the chill at the bottom of a pool. I was sitting on a cold park bench in Rittenhouse Square, watching a thin squirrel gaze back with the patience of an elephant; my book, ruffled by the wind, was abandoned to my knee as I wondered if I'd met this squirrel before, and if I had chased it. The old man sitting next to me, hairy as a prophet, continued to puff on his cigarette and cough from some deep chasm in his throat. He stared at the squirrel with its saintly inertia; then at me, with my plaid hunting jacket and my aviator sunglasses.
"Young man," the old man said, "why're you wear
A Solitary OrbitThe sticky summer light was bursting through the old warehouse windows, scaring the shadows away into their cobwebbed corners; but scattered in the light across the floor the broken glass shimmered like shoals of swirling sardines. We stood, watching the stillness grow weeds in the empty afternoon while birds fluttered above our heads in some dark space we couldn't seewhen Adam glanced at me from behind his hair and said:
"Richard, this isn't poetry, this is depressing."
"You don't find sunsets beautiful?" I asked, grinning at Adam's feline look of high-strung. harried displeasure. "What? Decay can be prettyI mean, look at algae
Their Priorities (in the Face of Judgment)I. The Dapper Bachelor
It was rainingand by God
how you ran beneath the shimmering
shivering trees, the dreaded doomsday fury;
you galloped, as wild as any emperor
so even moonlight slipped from your skin
like old/dead scalesand you were content:
content to laugh at my painstaking umbrella
at my eccentric gentleman's boots
(you're pale and chaotic like death;
isn't there something you should be doing?)
II. The Wild Prince
Does this crown
make me a king?
My friend, our coffee's gone cold;
but we're not so old
that to tango 'cross this sinking ship
fails to hold any romance
for never will we fade (like autum
On the Ego of AwkwardnessAnd who am I?
Too daft too dark too blind
God help you, my dear
For together we are drainpipes
we are gutters (and tell your confessor
in a city set on fire there are no stars,
no loud loquacious life outside this darkness
this darkness that burns behind
foxhole-colored eyes )
And yesmy love;
it was only when you were alone
that you remained my cathedral
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More