Monthly Archives: April 2013

Genevieve’s Week 15: Julia

Julia, I haven’t seen you since October 2009
when we slipped into the balcony booth at Lalo’s
and filled our stomachs with steaming bowls
of caldo de pollo. We eyed the margarita pitchers
and you licked your fingers clean and told me
all about the new boy you were dating, how you
got caught at a bar with a fake ID, what streaks
of color you were going to put into your hair

and by the time we’d paid the bill, the city
was blue with night and dark with the shadows
of passing strangers, dusky flames lighting up their
faces, lengthening the crevices beneath their tired eyes.
I waited with you until the #8 bus came and I wrapped
my arms around your faded gray hoodie, Julia, and you were
warm beneath it – warm with laughter, with talk, with
the plans that we’d made for an Amelie movie night
complete with vodka and popcorn, pink-frosted cupcakes.

No, Julia, I haven’t seen you since 2009 because
we stopped catching one another on the train
and you stopped coming to class and answering my texts.
I dyed my hair, too. I got wasted at parties. I fell
in and out and into love again fully, haphazardly,
relinquishing nothing, greedy for absolutely everything,
everything, everything – especially your little stake
on loveliness, the claim you held over everyone’s
hearts. You were undeniably magnetic, Julia,

but it wasn’t because you promised me that, with your
connections, we could sneak into any rock concert, and
it wasn’t because you could spew out sentences of
perfect German on command. It was because you simply were.
You, unadulterated, obviously flawed, take it or leave it,
love it or hate it. The soft light I found in your eyes
called me and radiated outwards, a lighthouse yearning
for closeness in the whirlwind midst of shattering storms.
It still calls me, Julia. Your name, your voice,

the surety in your laugh beckons me, and it watches me as
I toss back and forth and try to sleep, as I try not to think about you.
Are you still holding the world together with invisible string?
I haven’t seen you since 2009 but it doesn’t matter because
you are in every bowl of soup and every margarita pitcher.
Julia, love, you are in the warmth found after rain.

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Week 15: After Life

I had worked on write-ups for themes. Cyborgs. Candy. Fandom. But I didn’t necessarily like any of them. This is the one that kept lurking over my shoulder–I tried to ignore it. I thought: I’ve got these other ones more polished. I thought: but what about Boston? I thought: why are you always going to the dark places? But Death has been following me and mine lately, what with surgeries and hospitals and actual funerals. I keep having to look him in the eye–for me, Death is this man I used to know once upon a time. And Death necessarily makes me think about the After Life.

Feel free to interpret it how you might. After Life kinda reminded me of the half life of isotopes, which reminded me of radiocarbon dating, which got me to thinking about time. I liked how After Life can be applied to timelines. The poetic implication of a life lived in the aftermath. Plus, I especially enjoy the connotation of haunting as well. And I get really happy when concepts like haunting can be stretched out and redefined.

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Genevieve’s Week 14: Anaconda

when i turn myself over to you
i can feel the anaconda
lurking at the seat of my spine
relax her coils and submit
which is not easy
it’s never easy
for a 20 foot serpent
with venom in her fangs
and hunger growling
in her belly
to bow her head
to say, okay.

once upon a time
i might have chopped off
the tips of your doting
fingers with my teeth.
not anymore.
you feed me strawberries
tenderly as if you
were nurturing
a baby robin.
when i grow indignant
and i tell you that i
am strong and capable,
you nod your head.
you say, i know.

ours is a white bed, clean room
ours is a hot lunch, thrifty smile
no more furies stiffening steel
into the bones. i gather you
around me like a quilt and cocoon
myself deeper into your folds.
the anaconda, she sighs.

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Theme: More Than Love

I love Edgar Allen Poe and his quote “We loved with a love that was more than love” has inspired my work in the past and I think they’re could be a lot of cool interpretations. Love has many faces and can change and adapt from relationship to relationship. Sometimes love outgrows the word itself and becomes undefinable.

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Innate

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Week 13…. <3

kozak hearts montreal

This week I’m choosing a symbol, because this one shape is universal and has many meanings/words that can be associated with it. For example, courage, solitued, pulsate, life, give, change, vulnerable. The actual symbol is that of a heart. I started a project for myself three years ago that became something I carry on to this day and have been evolving and would love to ask you to partake in a few extra little details for this week. 1. Make a <3, or two or three and give away one of them (either to a person, or hang it some where in public, or take a photo and send it to people that remind you of it, or any other action the enacts a sharing. 2. In your writting you can substitute the ❤ where ever the word may apply or reign in connection to whatever you associate with it, but of course that is optional and I thought it might be interesting to see what we all get from/interpret within each others piece.

I hope this is okay with all of you, can’t wait to see it spread.

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by | April 2, 2013 · 12:31 am

Innate

Short and sweet – this is my little poem for this week………………………..

 

There is this smell in the wind that winds my mind to days spent by the ocean, the memories of sand, the ocean, the sun

energy rushing through my cells into one cotemplative, complete euphoria. 

There is this look in the eyes of my furry little friends that holds time still. Inner dialogue dancing in the music of a purr, an embrace of a touch.

When i look towards you, look for you, look with you, these quiet explosions in the sky, stardust dance in the mirror of one another.  Made of this we are.  This is all we are.

 

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