December 31, 2009

the end

©Audie Cleveland

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
--Jim Morrison

...on to new beginnings

December 30, 2009

blue moon

and her moon

2010 is almost upon us and as the year comes to its end the moon becomes blue. second full moon of the month and the first on NYE since 1990. life is changing, as it does. things keep moving because stopping isn't an option. and as the end of a decade comes to a close, the voice of the "King" sings...

"Blue moon,
You saw me standing alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.

Blue moon,
You knew just what I was there for.
You heard me saying a pray for
Someone I really could care for."

sometimes you catch the right moment and everything becomes new again...

December 28, 2009

finding nirvana

©Cameron Attree

yesterday i sat still. i spent time with a budding artist whos husband had bought my time as a christmas gift. i mailed him a print to put under the tree and 2 days later i arrived. he paid me handsomely considering the amount of effort expended.

as i posed for the accountant turned artist for a day, i remembered how much work it is to sit still, not move, focus on something and breathe. I started as an art model for classes around my university. im tens years out of practice. now i essentially do my own thing, barely thinking, rarely challenged and only to pause for the 4x5 shooters that need me to hold a pose for a minute or 3. not 30.

as i sit and try to quiet my mind, i focus on the folded sheet nearby. my focus begins to blur and the sheet begins to develop its own personality. my frozen gaze brings me closer to hallucination with this inanimate object. the face in the material becomes clearer and im not at all surprised that this thing in front of me that has all the attention in my being becomes something different entirely. this face keeps my awareness as i lose feeling in most of my body. my breath slows as i begin to meditate and escape to somewhere far from my body, my reality, my self.

in this place time stops. in this place nothing else matters. there is no noise and i like it, even though the audible music still plays in the corner. there is nothing to block my complete concentration on the corner of this sheet. i let myself go, only to come back when she said, "do you need a break?"

apparently i did, and i took it. and i enjoyed every second of it. and i hope to do it again.
nirvana found

December 24, 2009


©Brian Sullivan

as i sit here in my family's home trying to multitask and finish what needs to be done before the party starts, i realize something painfully obvious. quiet makes me nervous. i need noise... conversation, white noise, music. vibration of the sound waves. i need to hear things that distract me to really focus on what i need to do. the humming of the refrigerator isn't quite loud enough. i need music, even when its bad.. except for christmas music which apparently makes my head hurt.

i live in the city for the discordant mixture of sounds, it sleeps only when im not around to hear the noise. surrounded by the rush of traffic and the creation and destruction of life, quiet doesn't exist. in "far away from everything noisy" land i gear up to head out for a few more last minute gifts. did i do this on purpose to see the insanity and feel the excitement of the day before rush? i hate crowds and i often hate people, a bit claustrophobic, but the noise....

December 22, 2009

bad dream

© CB

when you have to wake up, where do you go when the wind doesn't blow?

"Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.


Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now."

my vivid dreams have been shockingly revealing. losing my teeth and waking up in all the wrong places... whats next?

oh yeah, christmas.

December 21, 2009


© Audie Cleveland

n the city of millions that vibrates with it's own heartbeat,
invisible becomes easy
hidden in the masses, seemingly gone forever

oh to disappear...
ending in the wrong places
filled with the wrong songs

masquerading as some happy tourist
lights twinkle and the traffic flows
milling the slochy streets
shoes too big, hat too tight

the flock of geese fly in perfect formation
slightly delayed in their mission
that glance, the familiar stranger
have we met before?

and at the end of the four car train
the scaly skinned lady listens to her voices
moved by the need, her harmonica begins to play
she smiles not knowing if her face is listening

return to the puddley sidewalks covered in stories
trudging through the tundra in search of cloves
gloveless hands shoved deep
onward goes the million mile walk to
faraway again

December 19, 2009


© Carly Erin O'neil

looking down
looking in
are you the one that i've been waiting for?
does it really matter anymore?

December 17, 2009

hungry bird


these combinations of letters sound like words
when the tongue hits the roof
but they taste like melted syrup

thick and dripping

not quite seaping in between the proper spots
of the french toast
the delectable treat that used to satisfy

bitterly left on the broken platter
talk, talk, talk
no ones listening anymore

the far away and dreaming sea gull
stole your breakfast again
silence may be deadly but
sometimes it's the only thing you need
fly away bird

December 16, 2009

empty hallway


as the winding corridors muddle into a straight line
the bent corners take on a new shape
and as the darker still becomes light again
the rope begins to dangle helplessly in the breeze
gentle billowing that surrounds her

the shadowed peers around the corner
gazing gauntly at the next go round
as he whispers her fate barely audible
she gets lost in his breath

fearing only herself
she lets the rapture begin
at the sound of the tone
the time will be 1234

when the girl in her path is out of the way
the trifling matter dissipates
the smell of sanity
nothing left now
but time

December 14, 2009

the escapist

©Jonathan Friedman

as i continue to run, float and flutter wondering willingly about the me that i shall be. wishing that the me could settle, sit and stay still for a moment. just a couple maybe. im caught in the search for stability with no real desire to actually hold on to it. the choices of my day create my tomorrow and occasionally i connect with one or two that have a similar vision.

i build my make believe island in the sea with the sun always shining off the reflections of the vastness that swallows me and close enough to the city that pulses and vibrates with is cacophony. the best of both in my happy place. i want it all, i want it now. so realizing that the travel, constant momentum, is what keeps me sane i wonder if there is another wanderer out there that could hold my hand. that could manage the uncertainty that i create.

"and in the end
we lie awake
we dream
we're making our escape"



snow storm

©Brian Sullivan

the fallen sprinkles of the dusty flakes swirl against the pane of glass. dancing delicately in the masquerade. the blinding brightness of snow white's path, beautiful in it's hypnotizing flurry. swerving motorists pass and spin til the end is far past the beginning. flipped in directions that make no sense. moments of perfection dissipate in an instant.

this crystal ball projection mesmerizing the memories of the passer bys. splendor in its twirling til the icicles sway and splatter the essence of the story before the final chapter has begun. nearby branches heavy with the weight of the world, stand strong despite the chaos. she says she has no time to dust the stems that could alleviate the pain.

bearing the burden is left to the trees

December 11, 2009

milk chocolate mug

©Tyler Keeler

the mug brimming with the tainted nectar. sipping the juice that tastes surprisingly like wine flavored chocolate. dirty glass of cocoa remnants mixed with merlot. the perfect accidental blend. sometimes whats left behind opens the flavor for whats supposed to fill the mug.


that thing that separates the last one from the new one. that little something in between that satisfies the thirst for a minute but doesn't quench the desire. tasty treat sipped too quickly. the finish on the palate that lasts for the rest of your life.

December 9, 2009

other side of the world

Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water

The fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's to hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

The fire fades away

Can you help me
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore

The fire fades away

--KT Tunstall...

sometimes too far away is just close enough. soon...

December 8, 2009

winter fall

© Dave Aharonian

snowflake sprinkled, sunlit path glowing with all it's splendor. sitting quietly, waiting patiently for the arrival of him and hers. the happy, vanity towel set that hangs neatly in the powder room. each sold separately.

the white crispness becoming soggy while frosty whilts on the well trimmed lawn. his smile fell off long ago but the winter wonderland makes his red scarf glow.

i left him today in the warmth of snuggle. not because i wanted to, but because i should. blinded by the want and missing the need. slow-motion ferris wheel, stop to let me off. the spinning made me dizzy yet I managed the straight line. direction, ahead- in fast forward. destination, contentment-where only sitting is allowed.

December 7, 2009

flip side of up


the place between here and forever neverland. those magical lost boys that have all the answers to the questions yet to be asked. good morning friar, nice to meet you. i'd like to take a hand to help in any way that I can. the gorgeous fabric without the stains, hangs in its pristine glory. untouched in its perfectness. visible are the apparent similarities of the combination of two plus one.

and as the water runs down my dry wet body, the realization of this thing that is not me sets in. this place where the half isn't quite achieved. as those around me fill their gaps with these half hearted responses, i wonder the validity of the self fulfilling prophecy. can you close your eyes, twirl around and dream of this thing that isn't seen with eyes open? can the make believe be this thing called reality? dont resist, just let go.

good luck my darling, you'll need it for this one.

December 4, 2009

maybe tomorrow

©BJ Ramsay

aimlessly walking the streets of DC today, the one city that i truly know, feel at home in, and could be comfortable calling home. as i go from coffee shop to book store, watching the suits head to work and the kids roam the streets of dupont circle it reminds me from a scene in Paul Haggis' Crash.

"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

life is forever changing, growing, progressing, spreading us apart. each moment can change your future. hopefully in the right direction but regardless of the intended path, it all ends up where it should be. things are connected often when they don't even touch. i've watched a lot of my friends lives change dramatically this year. most happy experiences, lots of new little lives created and celebrated. some tragic and faith shattering but they still continue their walk. as i sit recounting my year as it quickly heads to its end, the stereophonics sing...

I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home...

tomorrow is never more important then today. it may be all you have left...

December 1, 2009

ocean meets the sand

©Brad Page- Pearl Beach, NSW

when I crossed the yellow line for the fourth time
I realized the ocean's not that far
and when the bottom of the sea
begins to swim above me, then i'll be

no more floating with the fishes
merely watching the waves as
i surface above the shore

my pixie dust is broken again
the sprinkles only spray, sputter
and fall

and for the third time
i saw the wolf
the fawn still in his mouth
careful not to bite too hard
you just might chew

that wolf is still following me
sinking in the quicksand
mud between his toes but
still smiling sweetly

and as the mud flows
closer to the waves
he realizes that he forgot how to swim