transitions...

it's been a while since I've written here, at least anything of note.  months have come and gone and this blog has been left by the wayside.  it was never my wish to be gone for this long, but it inevitably happened.

over the last 9 months or so, I've been contemplating change.  a change in my writing style, in my motivations, in my path--a change in my life.  the reality was that I had become complacent and content to simply stand where I was, consistently doing the things that I did, and felt nothing because of it.  I hadn't become cold, just indifferent.  no theatrics, no drama, no drive...no real strong positive or negative emotions to spur any literary desire or growth.

I realize that the cavity that I had carved out for myself to be comfortable, worked out too well.  it was too homey and easy, and that only made me lazy and devoid of any spark.  so a number of months ago, I planned on performing a full migration to a fully built personal site to help me consolidate a good portion of my work.  I wanted to do something to snap me out of this listless funk, but never really took the initiative to do it.

so here we are, October 2008.  I finally put myself in gear and put up my own personal site, which will be the only blog I shall keep from now on.  this new site will be used to consolidate all of my work from various sites, over the last 10 years.  you'll probably recognize some of my previous work--things that you have read before.  but I'm sure that you'll come across pieces of writing that you've never read, as well as photographs I've taken over the years.

you'll notice a number of sections in this new site, and I hope that readers will be able to navigate it without a problem.  I'm also incorporating a standard blog, where I can write and babble about nonsensical thoughts and observations; things that won't be in any way connected to the poetry or prose that I tend to write.  it will take some time to fully populate this new site, but I hope that you'll take the time to follow along as I grow into this next stage in my life.

I thank those subscribers/readers who have stayed with me all these years, and I will continue to log in to read and comment everyone else's blogs.  as for my own my writing, I will be moving on.  you can now find me here...

remnants

a crisp gust of wind bit into my face, reddening my cheeks and reminding me that winter had suddenly come upon us.  tugging my jacket a bit tighter around me, I took the stairs two at a time, then numbingly fumbled through the front door.  with the slight chatter of teeth, I stomped my feet and waited for my eyes to adjust to the lightless space inside.  kicking off my shoes, I made my way through the emptiness to the waiting hum of machines and sat down.

contemplating the darkness, I flipped the monitor on and checked my email, absently wishing that there was someone else here to turn the lights on for; someone who would warm the house, turn on the stove, and fill the bed beside me.  someone who could pepper the walls with noise, their voice echoing off the walls and ceiling, and through the vacant rooms of my heart.

there was a time in my life when I bought into a needful things philosophy, finding ways to cover these floors with furniture and possessions, hiding the grainy lines of age and experience.  they have all been beautiful pieces, each one crafted with patience and tempered with fire, then placed with purpose; their significance understood by no one but me.  however, for all my vaunted efforts, they would never be enough to fill these spaces--as they sat there empty, hollow and cold.

surrounding myself with people had been my only shelter from the constant solitude.  the oft-scattered clatter of shoes, and the whispers of the multitudes kept me company as they passed through these halls, but they never lingered long enough to leave any impressions in the hardwood floors.  although they were many, they came and went like drifting phantoms in the night, disappearing at daylight, leaving me emptier than ever before.

I could have easily grown used to you being here--listening for your light padding footsteps as you made your way through the halls.  I could have easily loved the way your lilting voice and joyous laughter decorated the house, in ways that no piano, or flute, or tinkle of bells ever could.  the dreams of growing used to your warming giggles floated there, just out of reach.  they often surfaced during those sunny days spent skipping work, just to watch the sunrise from the shore.  I could have really grown used to you, my devilish angel; a kindred spirit I could stay up all night with, pondering the wonders of the world.

isn't this what you've always wanted?  to find in someone the right mix of challenge and compromise, a person you would want to win over?  someone who could care enough about you to envelope you in a blanket of security, but gave you the strength to unfurl your wings and watch you soar?  isn't this what you always wanted--to have someone love you more than you loved yourself?

there are times where I miss you dearly, not knowing what you're doing or where you are.  but I can see you so clearly in those moments where I'm not even sure if my mind is coming or going.  you laying there, curled up on the bed, encapsulated in a silk shell, feet tucked under you, snuggling away the winter in front of the tv.  you were the one for me; with your bright eyes shining, and smile always inviting, swallowing me up whole.

staring out at the blustering winds, I can't help but imagine you being here.  turning away from the windows and gazing into the empty darkness, I know now that I can't see you anywhere.  those memories of you are spiked with warmth and joy, permeating the very corners of my soul, but then the empty chill floods these caverns and reminds me that you aren't here.

as summer turned to fall, and fall turned to winter, winter will surely turn to spring.  I wait with bated breath as a shell of a man waiting for new beginnings.  so as the old year passes, I wrap myself in memories of days of future past, embraces long gone, and sensations almost entirely forgotten--ones that didn't last.

-MM

stormy weather

did I tell you about the storm that rolled in last night?  it was the clash of thunder and rain; a war that tore apart the intricate silk tapestry of that watercolor canvas.  those winds whipped, whisked, and whirled like whips unfurled.  they cracked with anger at the ruins of our ethereal painting.  dreary was that war, sliding in on two feet and out on all four.  with shoulders slumped and head bowed low, my defeated soul trudged slowly like a phantom caught in the snow.

it's been months now as I needled away at the shreds of my sanity.  I desperately stitched together the rips, unaware that those tears were filled with your helpless tears.  no matter what I tried, they kept growing wider and wider, and I didn't quite understand why.  I beat my chest and bellowed into the rain, looking for what had become of us, but only finding pain.  I asked you then as I ask you now; did you hear those clouds' plaintive cries?

I finally stopped trying to understand what was happening and just let things be.  maybe I should have seen this coming, this thing between you and me.  time passed between us, and the temporal rifts set us adrift.  this sadness lingers in my chest, and of all people, you know this best.  I can't quite explain it, and I still don’t understand why.  but I simply get it now, after all this time.

was something there between us, something divine?  but now I’m wondering if it was just the wrong moment, just the wrong time?  was it a mirage, or merely a dream?  do I awake from this storm with all this lightning and rain, to find out that this it, nothing else can be seen?  have I woken up and it's all that it seems?

-MM

breathing

oh how I envy the air that surrounds you, the air that you breathe.  with each passing moment, you inhale, exhale, then inhale, inviting it in to swirl around inside, caressing you with its delicate lifegiving touch.  it enters freely, not knowing you at all, but will know you intimately before leaving, forever changed by you.

in a brief expanse of time, those lingering breaths touch your heart in ways that I can only wish to know.  as they circulate around inside, reaching out and touring the intricate pathways to your soul, I can't help but wonder if it understands what it was, what it is, and what it will be.

the envy I feel is not unlike the silent pangs of guilt that racks us all.  it's a dull piercing ache, coupled with an untouchable whisk of longing to be with the one we want, but each is unaware of the other.  because of that, I'm all at once jealous, and sad, of the next breath you take, for I long to be that next breath, wanting to forever be changed by you.

-MM

what's a good way to cure a broken heart?

lots of remy. I do have some personal preferences when it comes to remy, but when you're only at "this" point of "curing" a broken heart, any kind of remy will do. the more, the better. as long as you're not driving anywhere, anytime soon.

oh, and maybe some irish whiskey, or scotch. single malts, or blendeds, it doesn't really matter. just no damn bourbons. (side note: bourbons are only for happy occasions, when you want something sweet before you get ripped, and go out of control with your partying.)

if you have any questions about specifics, or want to dig around the inside of my skull for various whiskey, scotch, and congac knowledge, feel free.

happy moping!

-MM

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