Monday, November 1, 2010

DEATH, THE PHILOSOPHER

He gives excellent advice by example.
"See!" he says. "See that?"
And he doesn't have to open his mouth
To tell you what.
You can trust his vast experience.
Still, there's no huff in him.
Once he had a most unfortunate passion.
It came to an end.
He loved the way the summer dusk fell.
He wanted to have it falling forever.
It was not possible.
That was the big secret.
It's dreadful when things get as bad as that__
But then they don't!
He got the point, and so, one day,
Miraculously lucid, you, too, came to ask
About the strangeness of it all.
Charles, you said,
How strange you should be here at all!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

only love is all maroon



november is here.
steph is here. you'll be here soon.
when did this happen?


Monday, October 11, 2010

haiku of the day is back


and this time, it's organized in blog form..."blorganized"?

my phone stays with me
all day long--it buzzes, rings.
why isn't it you?

Sunday, April 18, 2010

more letters to my father

One day I'll have my own memories to rummage through, but until that day comes, I'm going to laugh at my dad's.

Dearest Brian,

I am truly sorry for keeping you up. I didn't mean to overstay my welcome. I was going to leave anyways. You don't seem to enjoy my company anyway either. Don't either bother to go out of your way to put up with me. You liar! At least you could have said, 'Cassie, would you please leave I'm tired and I need to rest because I have a date at 10:00.' And you were going to sleep until 11 according to your plans? I hope that during the soccer game a plague of of 1000 ants will march onto your path and trip you! Beware! The omen is upon you!

Adieu,
Cassandra

[drawing of ants screaming "Get Brian!"]

my dad (or his roommate) had a gay stalker.

Dear Brian or Joseph,

Your air is one of a truly exemplary man. How can one drop his bicycle lock and stoop to pick it up with such superior dexterity and grace? It was a ridiculous situation, yet you brought reason to it.
Good looks are fleeting as a brittle leaf upon a windy street, yet your face will forever stall the cruel finger of nature from marring its youth and beauty.
Perhaps someday we will meet, perhaps not, but, in moments of fear and insecurity--even in times of great joy, know that I am thinking of you.

With Gossamer Kisses and Crystal Tears,
Tyler E. Newhall