Maia Nebula!

The world is sick, but my smile is intact.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sonic Boom

Noises come from the other side of the wall. It could be my neighbor's fist against the concrete. I'm terrorized. A primitive form of communication, a request for me to erase my interference in his acoustic space—just when I thought I had finally appropriated a few cubic meters of air.

Bang, bang.
His drumming will sew my mouth shut. It will turn stringed instruments into mere fancy boxes. Sooner or later it will bid me to stop breathing, lest my existence is far too noisy for his comfort.

Bang, bang.
A chair squeaks. My neck crunches. Space, enter, double-click.

Bang, bang.
Is it him? Or is it my heart?

Friday, June 25, 2010


Life unfolds in front of me,
untouchable and limpid.

A murder of crows melts
into dizzy ripples.

Cold, wet hands
smudge the hot trails
on my cheeks.

I cannot reach down
for the sky.