Day 483 - Blossom 3

Day 482 - Sunflowers

Day 481 - Afternoon Conversation #2

http://youtu.be/syeiA2ctAaw

Day 480 - Wire

Day 478 - Blue Coffee

Day 477 - Coffee Shop 1

Day 476 - Fruit

Day 475 - Market

Day 474 - Paint

Day 474 - Tuesday

Day 473 - How to Marry the Darkness pt. 5

I was confused at what I was doing. I was a concubine to my spirits. The fix was in no doubt. Soon I'd be dead. But not quite soon enough. I needed distraction.

I stood at the bookshelf-Hemingway, Jack London, Proust, Sax Rohmer, John Dos Passos, Robert Louis Stevenson, Max Schliemann, Time Squared and "The 48 Laws of Power," "The Yellow Claw", Sax Rohmer. In the corner of the room was a route iron stove. I took all the books from the shelf and one by one began to put them in.

 

Day 472 - Objects 3

Day 471 -Cup

Day 470 - Objects 2

Day 469 - Objects

Day 468 - From the Balcony 1

Early morning a dog appears.

He seems to have some clear goal in mind,

Trotting merrily through the town square,

His tail swinging behind him.

He bobs along a low terrace wall, 

Stepping in and out of the shade 

Of the neatly lined trees 

Besides the cafe fronts and hotel terrace

Where a waiter is wiping tables 

And preparing for the morning coffee drinkers.

While the dog presses towards his silent goal

As the sun slants up and pauses momentarily 

With an old man and school children 

For a changing traffic light 

Before continuing out of view; 

Towards the beach, towards the road

Towards the mountain, where the sun climbs.

Day 467 - Talking With Ghosts

You’ve been practising fortune telling,

I can see it when you peer

Into the dark glass of the mirror

You’re remembering your great skill for augury.

Each morning you go out to observe the sky

Looking for circling crows.

Each night you watch the dead space above the bed,

Conjuring blackness into form.

Awaiting a voice that won’t come,

Teasing each hush into a whisper,

Searching for the slightest sign that will deliver death of it’s finality

And exorcise it’s bad math.

How neatly it played you,

Snapped your reason

Left you whirring to it’s irreconcilable logic.

Like a thunderstorm in the early evening

It left you reaching for candles,

Conjuring shadows on a living room wall,

Communicating with ghosts of your own creation,

That for all you eagerness

Still won’t say what you need them to.

Day 466 - How to Marry the Darkness pt. 4

This was the game that was played. There were things, obstacles, the everyday world. The one you could see with your eyes. Soon enough I could see myself moving, putting on my jacket, turning the handle and stepping out into the streets. I could see myself in the dusty mirrors of passing cars. I could see myself buying a ticket and waiting patiently to board a train. I could see the buildings skuttle by; rising and falling with each turn and bump. I could feel myself moving without control, each gesture a moment ahead of the reasoning to act. 

I could see myself disembark. I could see myself walking again. I was possesed moving without control. I was given over to the temporal world without hope, without fear. A ghost stepping between this world and the next. 

Day 465 - Remember

Day 464 - Flowers

Day 463 - One

Day 462 - Coffee

Day 461 - How To Marry The Darkness pt. 3

Things fell apart just as quickly as they formed. The afternoon was filled with hot air. It was tropical, eerie and dark. A puzzling weight hung over proceedings. All afternoon and evening I’d walked with a feeling somebody was following me but when I looked around nobody was there.

Day 460 - How To Marry The Darkness pt. 2

It was a slow afternoon. Most of it spent talking with ghosts. Music was playing. I was grinning with a hatred so hard you could have snapped it in two. Outside the sky had lowered a mile and rain fell in large warm drops, big and luscious, a single one could have slaked a family of mice for week. More importantly my ears were blocked. I boiled coffee and bent my head over the steam to loosen things up but nothing moved. 
Every minute I found myself looking up at the office door expecting it to swing back and welcome the shadow of something new and sinister. Nothing did. 
I considered how some don’t like surprises, they need a manual for getting out of bed in the morning. I was only happy with the unknown at the door, the bits of my life falling about me. 
 I fanned myself with my Rolodex and listened to a thunder wander back and fourth. Outside the billboards lit up in the gloom.
I lay down on my cot and slept till early evening. The image of a blond with a snakes body floated towards me in the darkness like a drowned corpse in a midnight pool. I woke with rain splattering my face. The window was wide on it’s hinges. A hot wind was swirling about the room rich with the scent of the wet street. I breathed a mouthful, fastened the window and lay down again listening to the cars roll by in the rain. I lay there one eye fastened to the dark obelisk of the door, nausea rife in my stomach, a big wide grin on my face.

Day 459 - More Coffee

Day 458 - Pastel

Day 457 - How To Marry The Darkness pt 1

I walked along by the docks. The moon sat fat behind a gauze of purple mist. The streets were quiet and cool. A breeze blew along Doberon Boulevard bringing with it the faint smell of kelp. Beside the pier a line of row boats was idling gently in the dark. In the distance a green light blinked. I stood awhile watching it. There were many places to feel alone and I considered soon enough I'd know them all.

Day 456 - Shades

Day 455 - Table