jpazzles Aeonity Blog

In terms of being a functional human.

Tue, 14 May 2013 01:24:48 -0500

What would I say? I might suggest that I were sorry, and that I had a far greater design for myself than anyone would really know, but that I just could not quite make it there in time. I might illustrate how over the years, my silver lining simply began to tarnish, and I gave up trying to locate its luster. I might detail how my fear be... Read More

A cloud for you.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 04:16:22 -0500

There are so many shapes and colors here, on this table. I see pieces that resemble perhaps a portion of a mountain. Some others with possible tree branches. A few with liquid textures. This one here has a joint of grey but the rest is a mild azure. Could potentially be the bluff. Not sure. It has three different interlocking sides, but I have y... Read More

Reaching that frequency.

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 00:32:47 -0600

On my tip-toes, fingertips out, little breaths. Am I sure there isn't another one here on these lower branches? That apple sure is up there good. I don't know. Do I want it this bad? I feel like my arm might come out of its socket if I reach any longer. It is the only apple here, though. I only have pears at home, and I'm not particularly fond of p... Read More

Putting thoughts to words.

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 22:59:19 -0600

Some nights, when it gets dark, and everyone goes to sleep, and there is nothing and no one left but this machine and I, I think things. I think things, and then I try to think about why I think them. They aren't the best thoughts to be thinking, and it's not good for my general pattern and process of thought. The more thought I put to these tho... Read More

Cannibal.

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 20:17:14 -0600

On my way home, I'm thinking about what to prepare for dinner. Hm. Maybe a halibut. Sear it a little, drip some lemon, dress it with a bit of parsley. Sort of light in flavor, though. Maybe a steak over pasta. Some burgundy wine with a tender cut sounds nice. Anyway, I park. I get my things, keys ready, and unlock the front door. I smell ... Read More

Serpent.

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 20:59:56 -0600

Slithering, slinking, stalking snake. I see your shifts. I see your flicks. Keep away from my nest, Or you will find yourself but an inchworm. I will admit, you closely resemble the branches on which I rest. But refrain from allowing that thought to even tiptoe past your mind. You may fool the rabbit, But a cotton tail I do not have.... Read More

Pineapples.

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 22:28:24 -0500

My celestial interloper. Mmm. You stunning piece of ice, you. There are poems written of your late-night brilliance. Like a diamond with an exhaust of fireflies trailing in the ambient ocean that is the universe. For miles and miles, people stand to certify your enigma. Heads back, eyes up. But they cannot feel what I feel. I feel your rup... Read More

Mushroom blue.

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 20:42:50 -0500

And I can't hear shit.... Read More

Pretty baby.

Thu, 24 May 2012 04:09:10 -0500

Skipping stones in the lake creates ripples, and those ripples travel to the very edges until they collide with the dirt. It keeps pushing the dirt further and further back, and as much as you may fill it back in, tomorrow it's gone again.... Read More

Maybe I'm a different breed.

Thu, 03 May 2012 05:20:10 -0500

I wonder if Impalas pity themselves. For instance, when one of their offspring falls prey to a desperate lioness. I wonder if they can process what it means to be prey. Also, I wonder if a predator ever pities itself. Or is that the line that separates the two?... Read More