Cami Park

Posts Tagged ‘Stone’

Feel for the winter but

In Confessional, Link collage, Music on January 13, 2010 at 8:40 am

Don’t worry about this, you’re not messed up, you don’t have a cold heart.

your cold heart?? You don’t have a cold heart haha. Only towards men.

I don’t have a cold heart, I miss and love all of my Grandparents.

2. line: although you don’t have a cold heart killing somebody (in this case yourself) can be seen as a cold action

Well, I don’t have a cold heart but I do get chest pains whenever I eat or drink something extremely cold.

I don’t have a cold heart of stone you just hit on the wrong girl.

I like the cold, but I don’t have a cold heart.

hey I do have feelings and I don’t have a cold heart!

Don’t have a cold heart.

You don’t have a cold heart if you’d rather preserve the planet in which you live, making life dependent on for existence. Not at all.

My cold heart will never cause me grief, I don’t have a cold heart.

You most certainly DO NOT have a cold heart.

THIS WAS JUST GREAT MY DEAR FRIEND, I LIKED IT , & YOU DON’T HAVE A COLD HEART… WELL YOU SANG THIS JUST AWESOME.

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A fastening

In Architecture, Art, Poetry on December 30, 2009 at 7:12 am

Doris Cross

words support words, even as a column is built of mortar and stones —Doris Cross

If you aren’t going to die, at least make a palace of it

In Architecture, Confessional, Household on September 12, 2009 at 1:36 pm

Vintage Roadside's Photostream

I imagine myself in socks sliding lengths of marble hallways, and finally gathered up sleeping at the end of the last.

Fainted ironic librarian

In Confessional, Opinion, Poetry on August 23, 2009 at 5:38 am

I dreamed I fainted, which woke me up. Now I can’t decide if dreaming you’re fainting is ironic or serendipitous.  I’m pretty sure the waking up part is ironic.

I got two books of poetry by Rebecca Loudon in the mail. I won’t review them when I’m finished, because I already know that they are wonderful.

I feel a child should follow and stick with their first instincts. Mine was to become a librarian. I am a frustrated librarian.

A Visit to Kyoto's Sanzen-in Temple

Alive, but dead

In Art, Music, Prose on August 19, 2009 at 9:35 pm
Peter Callesen "Alive, but Dead" 2006

Peter Callesen "Alive, but Dead" 2006

A few years later, Lisa’s mom took me to where my mom was buried. She’d planted petunias. I could never remember how to get back there after that, but I remember the stone, pressed flat into the earth, read “MOTHER.”

excerpt from Lisa Duncan’s Mom
by Cami Park (me)

originally published in Pindeldyboz

Paperwork

In Household, List, Prose on July 2, 2009 at 12:06 am

DOCUMENTATION

I.  Assessment of severity

it’s like you’re an oyster that can’t make pearls

II.  Activities of daily living

make bed
scramble eggs
match socks

III.  Social functioning

you’re afraid of what might happen when you speak

IV.  Episodes of decompensation

no way independent
of
  the
 quality of stone