playwrights Aeonity Blog

That's another matter, Brandy Alexander

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 15:08:25 -0600

Love, and that's all.... Read More

What makes you forgettable

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 19:58:02 -0600

So yeah, I've thought about you recently. I'm trying to be more careful with my love. Doling out tiny, measured bits to worthy strangers, shedding some feather-sized pieces to lay in the perfect corners nature makes, and saving the rest for myself. Except there's someone captured in my photographic brain that makes me want to free every la... Read More

Sorry I

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 19:12:42 -0500

missed your call. x The world is a dangerous place. So many people moving between each other, passing glances and never looking back. So many nameless faces with scraps of sentences attached to their memories, lost among so many others sewn upon the patchwork quilt that is the m... Read More

Sometimes I'm

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 22:43:37 -0500

the homeless man splayed drunk across the sidewalk, rambling life lessons in some angry new language, inventing stories as if it might stop someone on the street and hold them there, locked in momentary friendship. Spewing emotional bullshit with eyes wet and black, aglisten with the perfect orange of streetlamp glow, claiming to have reached some ... Read More

Sweetened with pure cane sugar

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 17:02:42 -0500

Had I known you were going to holocaust me in a matter of minutes I would have finished that abandoned portrait of our love and filled in all of those tiny spaces with black paint. Instead I slowly turned in that trough of old feeling, thinking, this is leading to me walking off of the edge of a cliff. When I was three years old, and this might ... Read More

Strawberry water

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:11:47 -0500

Cars flash by, peeking in through the windows with childlike, wildflower-like eyes. Sugar pours down my throat. My pink brain is coated with laughter soft like an electric blanket, with hazy field people and cold, spilled water. I don't wanna live through winter. I can't stand to see everything ending. Summer covers the water under the... Read More

Short stories

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 17:16:47 -0500

Where did the storm go? Now, the sky looks kinda blue. We can't decide what kind of weather we want. It's too hot in the attic, but she can't sleep with the fan on. I can't stop putting things in my mouth; I need something to fill it. I'm singing because it's too silent. Everyone is sleeping, or reading books.... Read More

Hah!

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 23:05:59 -0500

I wrote today. I'm writing. I can write.... Read More

It's getting light outside, and things are happening inside of my head

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 04:24:13 -0500

I've been writing poems. It's something new, because it's been so long. I've finally reached back into something that I used to be, to pull out some fragments of a personality. I stumbled down so many steps, blinded by my silly doubts and tripped over that hidden heart, a place filled with words that I used to know. I found an old path that I lo... Read More

Who knows why

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 19:15:27 -0500

They say, It must be a brilliant match; I think of striking the match and the immediate crackle of its lighting, the burst of light before it continues to burn. Is that us? I'd like to write poems and poems, I'd like to carve into my walls so many words that they run over each other and begin to blend together until it's just nonsense, so many s... Read More