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April 15, 2008

Tuesday

Close your eyes and leap.

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Close your eyes and leap into the void;
This startled coalescence of images
We call living.

Face the rushing wind, the icy air,
Memories rushing from future to past
Too quick to catch.

Perhaps some miracle will slow time down.

That slow dance with fumbling teenage feet,
Face buried in brown curls.
The soft scent of strawberries.

That moment of fear as the ring slips between
Nervous fingers,
Before you catch yourself.

That perfect hand,
Five plump, pink fingers.
Ten small toes.

Years of tears and laughter wash away behind you.
Until you find yourself, eyes open,
Ready to land.

Posted by: Misch at April 15, 2008 11:30 AM · Permalink

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!

As the tomboy of the group, Eva was going to show her cousins how to do it. They took the mattress out of the dumpster behind the apartment building and drug it beneath Eva's bedroom window. Sondra, Rochelle, and Peter surrounded the mattress, looked up at the window and waited eagerly for her to emerge.

"All you have to do is close your eyes and leap," Eva assured them before she darted into the building and sprinted upstairs.

Once she stepped onto the ledge and viewed the great height, the swift sting of her father's belt came as a relief.

Posted by: Jarrett at April 15, 2008 12:41 PM · Permalink

I open my eyes. It’s dark.

I close my eyes. It’s dark.

I blink them a few times.

No difference. It’s dark.

All I remember is standing here in the dark.

Nothing before that.

I feel my head.

It feels wet… sticky…

Is that blood?

I stick a finger in my mouth and taste the wetness.

It’s blood. My head is bloody.

And I can’t remember anything but being here.

I reach ahead… a wall. A wall to my left side… my right side… I turn around… one’s there too.

I reach up. A roof.

And it’s wet and sticky.

Posted by: Planet Z at April 15, 2008 3:25 PM · Permalink

Learning To Float

The master yogi sits with his legs crossed in the lotus position, his back stiff and straight.

He leans forward from the waist, places his hands on his knees and closes his eyes.

One long deep breath into his left nostril and he leaps high into the air, floating as if gravity does not exist in that small area between his butt and the ground.

Well, not exactly high, only about six inches.

And not exactly floating, as he was airborne for all of about half a second.

It dawns on me. I have just wasted $250.

Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.

Posted by: JerryD at April 15, 2008 10:25 PM · Permalink