thru chocolate eyes

RSS Feed Homepage

Articles: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

numbers
2008-04-04 17:56:00
numbers speak boldly a language misunderstood part of our makeup
More About: Numbers

garage sale
2008-04-03 16:07:00
The woman lugged the heavy box out onto the wobbly folding table. It was filled with plastic and metal memories. Nearby, tiny folded clothes lay neatly in a row. Easter suits and Christmas pajamas bore name tags with modest numbers. Satisfying a desire to fuss, she had placed everything in groups by age. ...
More About: Garage , Sale

scrubbing
2008-04-02 17:00:00
An environment neglected, gathers dust and grime soil seeping and silt clinging. But scrubbing is not easy. The crisp, streaming water and it’s brisk soap accomplice sap the plump from the fingertips leaving wrinkles in the aftermath. Arm muscles become loud and bitter lower back screeches in pain. Energy flows rapidly down the drain mingling with the filthy used liquid. Next day penance of pain and exhaustion after ...

rosary
2008-04-01 19:32:00
a decade sings a lament for those who have lost their voice sweet rose beads lead a mesmerizing chant of hails to glory from prayers with tears wandering astray through valleys come reaching for the compassionate arms of a loving mother

revolution
2008-03-31 23:50:00
Regard the stringent scent of the eucalyptus. Foreign roots in the soil deodorize the air, but below the old stench of the swamps has risen, and so the youth are constructing a new Ayalon. David stood on the hill and saw its wide expanse, they gather beyond borders to join the kibbutz sites. Stirred belief for the children of technology, the thriving ...
More About: Revolution

new life
2008-03-30 19:15:00
gentle new blossom beautiful, naked and young cries for every need
More About: Life , New Life

tenets of the magician
2008-03-30 08:17:00
Oh, crafty charmer, hide me out in plain sight with misdirection or a slight trick of the light Conjured substances emerge, then disappear Materialize magic for applause and cheer Illusionists practice a firm philosophy, which only the extremely observant can see. With a whoosh of handkerchief; wave of flowing hand, there’s depth beyond impression, you can understand. Maneuvers glide with pretense, an elegant ...
More About: Magician

Paris at night
2008-03-27 23:52:00
The hulking Gothic Cathedral loomed in the moonlight. Gargoyles chaperoned a couple nuzzling in a nook. Sleek black leather against black leather, rubbed and moaned in muffled ecstasy. A frosty February stroll along the dark water of the canal. Excitement was warming enough, and the bleak evening delicious. Soft illumination of streetlights waltzed on the surface of the Seine, to a young brunette’s singing in an operatic voice to the Louvre. The lustrous torch of the tower lunged at the sky. Buzzing and bright, until we escaped it’s intrusive watch- underground for a ride into the bowels of the city. Just to say we had been on the metro. Our stout boots carried us for seven hours straight, with solid walking in circles and drinking in the night. Lost in enchantment, we didn’t notice blisters appearing on our feet. It didn’t matter, a fresh baguette would be the only morning need.
More About: Night , Paris

dead sticks in the ground
2008-03-26 19:35:00
A forest of dead trees are still standing. Fire consumed every inch of them. From the burned spots where the roots meet the earth to the tops of the tips which reach up to heaven. A brave platoon, they stood their ground while the wave of destruction scorched the sky. And now, the hollow skeletons ...
More About: Ground , Dead , Sticks

know
2008-03-26 01:19:00
fleeting images which sprint across the screen of the mind: the car next to me suddenly spinning and careening into mine an unsure foothold on steep steps losing the grip and succumbing to gravity they make me wonder if I said “I love you” when I kissed my husband goodbye today what my son would think if I weren’t there anymore or if he found me sprawled out these fleeting images haunt me everyday, I take a moment to think about if the people I love know

american way
2008-03-24 18:58:00
Send in a cowboy to save the day! Don’t you know it’s the American way? We’ve got superheroes bold and strong who will always right every single wrong. Monsters, aliens, ghosts appear- do not fear! We’ll send ‘em packing with a kick in the rear.

listen
2008-03-23 19:57:00
Listen. Hear the faint crackling of hatching chicks who usher in the dawn of spring. Catch then the countenance of a thumping hare, passing fast as the wind. See he bounces into tomorrow to multiply hope with his fortitude. But carefully now, reach for your eggs. Hold fast to the heritage of tradition, but pay close ...
More About: Listen

where do you stand?
2008-03-22 15:41:00
Carpet. Feel the way it pads the feet. Soft and warm it absorbs the shock of walking. Linoleum. Notice a small spattering of stains. The corners are beginning to peel up. Tile. The crevices which line the ordered squares are obvious. They seem even at first, but are actually crooked. Concrete. It is abrasive and raw. Cracks run its expanse. Hardwood. Refinished and shiny. It shows signs of ...
More About: Stand

portrait of a flapper
2008-03-22 03:06:00
pin curls protest petticoats bold beads bounce with boas ruby rhapsody stacked heels- tippity- toe tap to the chipper Charleston fearless fringe flails under sultry spaghetti straps fancy feathers tethered to sparkling sequin bands lopped off locks and bound breasts contrast luscious lips and lengthy lashes graceful gloved fingers fiddle with flasks sips and swigs of starlight insolence the first tantalizing taste of tumult since the ...
More About: Portrait

architect
2008-03-19 15:30:00
I believe that many wordsmiths are very much like architects. When a great idea descends on them, they immediately devise a plan. Scribbling on a blueprint with a pencil they calculate dimensions. They objectively ponder the appropriate materials. Everything is laid out carefully before production begins. But I am not this way. I am more of a sketch artist or painter than an architect. Instead, some vision arouses me from sleep. Then the itch sets in, I scramble for my paint or charcoal pencils and fumble for paper. I am mercilessly driven to satisfy the craving as I grab for the paintbrush and dive right in. Carried away in the moment, I may stop during the process to contemplate if I have the exact shade of purple or more red needs to be added to it. Then I am possessed again by an unruly spirit who guides my hand in the creation. I only know that it is finished when the obsessive impulse wanes and hallucination takes over. It then appears to come alive and breathe by itself. So ...
More About: Architect

patriotism and the student
2008-03-18 21:53:00
The gentle woman gracefully poised her small white sock covered toes together. She was politely covering her teeth from an emerging giggle before she took in a breath and paused. A slightly extended forefinger was a subtle leader for her hand which guided a semblance of sable strands of hair away from her face. They moved with the patience and deliberateness I had seen her use to steer her child from misbehaving when we strolled one afternoon after the cessation of a lesson. With the unruly tresses now tucked safely behind her ear, she took a deep breath. I knew that the elegant movements were signals that she was about to say something thoughtful, and her exposed ear beckoned me to listen intently. She let her ebony eyes fall to the white socks demurely before speaking quietly. “Patriotism ,” she said, lingering on the word. I readily noticed she pronounced an “l” instead of an “r”. Ignoring this mistake for the moment was not only polite given...
More About: Student

if genius were egotistical
2008-03-17 20:32:00
What would we do if genius were egotistical?  Don’t worry, it’s not. There is nothing more humbling than being a true alien walking amongst the people of the world. Do not be fooled by those who go on and on about their qualities. Look a little deeper, and you will find that they are all ...
More About: Genius

meaning of the crow
2008-03-16 18:03:00
He had to surrender his superstitions when he came to America. The crows filled the sky and burdened his heart with fear. He waited anxiously for the grips of death to seize family and friends. But they did not come and he relaxed. Eventually he began to ignore them in their bleating attempt to warn him of impending doom. Until one ...
More About: Crow , Meaning , The Crow

abundance (bison tribute)
2008-03-14 01:00:00
Blessed thanks, oh Greatness. I release your spirit as I pull my arrowhead from your shoulder. I pray to recognize the worth in every detail and appreciate it, as you have taught me. Still, your spirit lingers on this earthly plane, accompanying me, to assure that your gentle life was not in vain. I promise to use every piece of you ...
More About: Abundance , Tribute , Bison

shoe soles
2008-03-13 05:07:00
“You’ve got to get out. No arguments.” He smirked playfully as he tossed me my car keys. “Go buy some shoes.” How many years does it take for a man to get so intuitive, as to suggest shopping as a cure for his wife’s ills? I knew he was right. I needed to get ...
More About: Shoe

I?ve lost it
2008-03-11 16:15:00
Have you seen my sense of humor? Honestly, I’ve looked everywhere for it. It wasn’t under the bed. I searched my purse and peeked inside the cookie jar. It wasn’t in the dog’s stash of bones and old socks under the porch. I tried to retrace my steps. But it was impossible without my sense of humor. It wasn’t in the ...
More About: Lost

in the dark
2008-03-11 00:28:00
Going deep inside, digging at the layers with introspection. It is fiercely dark in the isolated corners of the soul. Coming into contact with the chilly fingers of self doubt, his ethereal caress upon the eyes makes the skin crawl. Pushing past his shadowy form will only bring out more, twisted creatures who lurk within the depths. Regret and Despair have ...
More About: Dark , The Dark

the snow day
2008-03-10 01:15:00
powdery cold flecks trickle down along the wind clear angel prints pop out of the virgin snow the white blanket is dissected and rolled into balls for throwing contests and fights in fun a snowman is bypassed for a secret fort before father and son together give in and brace hands around cups of steaming cocoa
More About: Snow , Snow Day

and pop
2008-03-09 02:16:00
boys will be boys popping insults and gratuitous remarks verbal shots from toy guns in a wild western showdown no winners, just another round again tomorrow

go
2008-03-07 15:45:00
Yes. Go. Break Away. From this city whose buildings tower above you in hope that their shiny steel reflection will reflect more than your own face. Where the ironic view of the sister bridges reminds you of crossing from one side to the other with your feet not on stable ground. And the concrete streets you pace hide ghosts in every crevice of memories who ambush and accost you. Yes. Go. Break Away. Fly from this heartland out west. Say farewell to the stifling claustrophobia of the looming hills. Be a new pioneer and journey in search of your own gold. Push on until you run out of land and are faced with the bold ocean. Drop your burdens off one by one along the roadside. The peace of the plains will carry you forward. Yes. Go. Break Away. There you will find the weather is cool for you. So you no longer have to make strong your facade. The sky will cry so you don’t have to. The saltwater will be a salve for your wounds, healing you until you barely notice them anymore. Coas...

white noise
2008-03-06 00:39:00
I fumble with the sound machine. Looking for the right choice. They are all forms of white noise. Raindrops, waterfalls, crickets. Because I can’t sleep with silence anymore. There are so many sound waves which bounce around and penetrate the body. Radio, cell phones, wifi. They reach out into the atmosphere. And make silence seem so deafening, That it just isn’t wanted anymore.
More About: White , Noise

robin
2008-03-05 00:55:00
Rugged robin. Why are you here? It’s not spring. Yet here you are, hopping about like an idiot. The grass is sick, mushed, and burnt. The wisp of warm weather barely hangs on. But you are the bold pioneer of the birds, merciless hunter of the worms the chance rain drove to the surface. You don’t mind stumbling in a ...
More About: Robin

teaching
2008-03-02 15:50:00
To count far past your fingers and say or sing your ABC’s. What happens to a caterpillar. Why there aren’t leaves on the trees. Good manners at the table. How loud to be inside. To own up to mistakes and not run, lie or hide. These things that I have taught you, they grow more numerous by the day. But ...
More About: Teaching

friendship
2008-03-01 14:30:00
Friendship is a field of grass. If cut, it can regrow with the right nutrients. It compresses underfoot. But it can eventually regain its shape, even though it is green.
More About: Friendship

sleep, princess
2008-03-01 06:12:00
Sleep and you will find- the weight of the world has slipped from your fingertips. You need to let it go sometimes, and rest your powerful smile. When you carry all our hopes and dreams so heavily on your shoulders. When your public so adores you, that they pull you apart
More About: Princess , Sleep