things never written but often said

04/01/10

2010-04-02T13:38:00.001-04:00

To the poet who likened my friend's curls to a resource for his pubic hair replacement 04/01/10 by Raymond Daniel Medina For all the things you couldn't have been thinking greatest among them this is an invitation to retire your spectacle feed your failing sight. Your vision, sweeping in places, has anchored you to

on free spich

2009-11-25T13:04:00.001-05:00

On the Subject of Reclaiming the Word 'Spic' I don't believe we can reclaim a word that was never ours. It is not a descriptive. It is not a definition with ancient Latin roots which refers to some categorical quality of our various races. It is an insult, a mockery. Looking up 'nigger' in the dictionary will yield

On Pornography

2009-04-08T11:51:00.001-04:00

Poem 3On Pornography©2009 by Raymond Daniel MedinaFrantic and langorous, decadent or abusive, in office restrooms and empty beds,on flat screens and wrinkled paper, the access of demand fuels the denial of rushed breath. of wanton lovers. I'm spiral-eyed,starstruck, hungry for the anonymity of them, now. Shamed by the perpetual taming, my ownlack of promiscuity. Emboldened by the risk and

2009-04-03T10:57:00.001-04:00

April 2, 2009For Sale or Rent©2009 by Raymond Daniel MedinaWoven into future timewhere the air will touch what we can't sayis a testament of what we've donein the heat of heat and the wet of tongue.We can justify our every daybut not our every line.We have watched our loves from future past.Our hearts, a rental property,and we such demanding lords.They couldn't pay what it affords.They couldn't

April 1, 2009

2009-04-02T11:44:00.001-04:00

WingspanNeither morning person;nor person most mornings.no lover to welcome the salutation,she follows the rumbling to some other food.Some memories serve her, others leaveher waiting at a greasy table with a glass of water,drumming fingers, impatient for the needto decide. Hungrier for the urgency of a waiting handthan any other breakfast.She fingers the silverware, wonders amongst the downcast

040308 30something/30 To The Residents

2008-04-03T14:59:00.001-04:00

To the Residents of 318 Whitehorse Road,©2008 by Raymond Daniel MedinaAs it happened, Lexington lay directly between Savannah and Asheville. We saw in that a chance to visit a childhood decades gone. I showed her my magic, opening the car window as the song of cicadasspilled from my mouth. An invitation to dance with borrowing lungs the sweet humidity of the Carolina pines. We stopped for

042006 Subterannean Homesick Alien

2006-04-20T14:03:00.000-04:00

The breath of the morningI keep forgettingThe smell of the warm summer airI live in a town where you can't smell a thingYou watch your feet for cracks in the pavementUp above, aliens hoverMaking home moviesFor the folks back homeOf all these weird creatures who lock up their spiritsDrill holes in themselvesAnd live for their secretsThey're all uptight, uptightUptight, uptightUptight, uptightI

042006

2006-04-20T11:49:00.000-04:00

seldom planned, usually inspired

Song by Superchunk

2006-03-30T11:27:00.000-05:00

Art Class (song for Yayoi Kusama)here we go in spurtsthe colors nearly burstand you may notice a shaking in your eyemetaphors the worstbut are you being driven or do you drive?on a trip between two points in your infinity netobliterate yourself from the scene but please do not forgetcover me with spots - black and red dotsuntil i'm crowding up your visual fieldbare assed and beautiful you're

Song I like

2006-03-29T12:09:00.000-05:00

Been listening to the following album and song lately.album: If You're Feeling Sinister (1996)by Belle & SebastianGet Me Away From Here I'm DyingOoh! Get me away from here I'm dyingPlay me a song to set me freeNobody writes them like they used toSo it may as well be meHere on my own now after hoursHere on my own now on a busThink of it this wayYou could either be successful or be usWith our

Love

2006-03-17T15:58:00.001-05:00

Speaking of love, you heardthe absence of my listeningand answered it with silence.I will make you fall in loveso I can help you seeyou do not needme to be there.

As Needed

2006-02-28T10:29:00.000-05:00

You give me what you most want; Ask how I should be touched. Curled up on the floor. Fingering a puzzling me..Thirsty with concentration. On the border, looking for edges among jagged silhouettes, sitting center, forgotten, holding nameless pieces. Turning them over. Impatient. Beyond the ache of words, and the match of

In Answer to Scot Who Asked How the Relationship Thing Was Going

2006-02-28T10:27:00.000-05:00

I think we’re gonna push it to the top of the hill;nudge it over the edge and see if it starts up again.If it doesn’t, I guess we’ll just crash it into something soft and leave it there.

110905 Rule to Live By

2005-11-11T11:12:00.000-05:00

Take it as it comes.

091505 Vision

2005-09-15T12:57:00.000-04:00

Vision is only vision if it's shared; otherwise, it's just an idea.

091305 Love

2005-09-13T12:16:00.000-04:00

What's for love to wait?

090805 Silentium

2005-09-08T14:42:00.000-04:00

was having this very interesting conversation with a friend today. i was sharing with him my frustration at my productivity in the light of my talents and intelligence and what i felt was a very largely untapped potential. i told him i wasn't sure what was holding me back, but that i could feel a breakthrough in my fingertips, which might be part of why i keep myself so busy. some fear of idle

090805 Nothing's Gonna Change My World

2005-09-08T12:30:00.000-04:00

This song has been stuck in my head since I heard it in Mexico almost a month ago. Sometimes you need to see the lyrics to appreciate the poetry. I called a friend last night and asked him to remind me that death was just the line to get into the afterparty. I feel like the chorus of this song isn’t complete or that it is untouchable in its completion. Following a friends advice, I’m going to

082905 I am

2005-08-29T14:48:00.000-04:00

I am that white picket fence.

071505 Smoke

2005-07-15T10:50:00.000-04:00

Kicking around and thinking about love lost and love found and realizing they're pretty much the same thing, just one less visible than the other (like an object and its smoke). Energy is released but never really lost. Slow to understand that, clutching ifs and butts.

070105 The Reversal

2005-07-01T10:43:00.000-04:00

make the most of your timelet time make the most of youthe reversal works remarkably much of the time, maybe due to the reflexivity of things. ida know. anyway, thought i'd share. next time someone says something profound, or just declarative, flip it and see what's there. maybe it will do something for you. . . or maybe you will do something for it. More evidence. . .We shall not cease

063005 Que Seurat Seurat

2005-06-30T12:50:00.000-04:00

Threw out my lenses this morning; spent the day with unaided vision.The morning walk offering trees, fantasticleaves clotted in defiant geometry. The man in front of me folded flatA mirror image of his better halfArms swinging out dramaticallyLight dancing around his edges.I fell from my horse.A faulty world, uncorrected and hidden by sight. The impressionists were important for painting a real

062805 Hot Date

2005-06-28T10:28:00.000-04:00

To discover who,Iwrap the contoursof her.We.My handcollapsing her facelike paper.We are more beautifulwhen we fall apart.

060905 Creaky Door

2005-06-09T11:37:00.000-04:00

My heart is opening again.A creaky door, a litter of picked locks,splinters on a familiar hinge.Crowded and alone. Belly full of keys suddenly too heavy to keep down.Is there room for new love behind a one-way door?Hungry and forgiving,nauseous for now.

051805 My Girlfriend is Here!

2005-05-20T14:21:00.000-04:00

Sometimes what you need to get you on the page is a trip to the table. Went to my company HQ for a lunchtime meeting. Decided to fall in love with a random conference attendee I met at the Christmas Party. Knowing nothing, relying on the memory of all that in love doesn't forget but sometimes disguises, I wrote this in notes i slipped to one of my colleagues in an effort to pass the time .

040705 Daily Ray

2005-04-07T11:02:00.000-04:00

If each day is a step closer to the last. . .each note introducing the final chord. . .Why not dance to a different song?Invoke a key change syncopation.How can you have a good time if you're staring at the clock?

040705 Spring Has Definitely Sprung

2005-04-07T10:51:00.000-04:00

"So, should we have sex in celebration of spring?""You think it's going to come if we don't?"

040405 Divining

2005-04-04T16:22:00.000-04:00

Divining2005 by Raymond Daniel MedinaFor a long moment,swimming down the river of our spinesspilling over mossyrocks fingering embankmentsblue sheets, a second ceilingthere was a shallow where we,pooled in the glow of feathered light,baptized shadowsdappled memory of first kissan invitation of currentsweeping us into a new adolescencefumbling for footholdsin the morning’s descent.There was always

033005 Has Spring Sprung?

2005-03-30T13:33:00.000-05:00

this airthis daythick with becomingevery sadness that ever dreamtthe salt for winter tearsis finally crying sun

032105 It Begins

2005-03-21T10:41:00.000-05:00

ME: **** franke = ****rogers@yahoo.com?ME: ****'S MARRIED!?! WHAT A GENTLE WAY TO LET ME KNOW. YOU'VE JUST KICK-STARTED MY MID-LIFE CRISIS. NO WARNING. MONSTER! HOW COULD YOU? I DON'T BELIEVE THIS. WHERE ARE THE GIRLS? WHERE ARE THE DRUGS? I CAN'T COPE. I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT THROUGH THIS DAY.Friend : iFriend : iFriend : i am so sorryFriend : i completely was not thinkingME: I FEEL

Wet Nest Day

2005-03-20T08:06:00.000-05:00

Reading We Regret To Inform You That Tomorrow We WillBe Killed With Our Families by Philip Gourevitch. Itdetails the genocide in Rwanda and follows severalpeople through the 30 years that led up to it. It'sincredible to consider the reflexes a thrown stick candeliver. How politics appeal to hunger and the mediais its recipe. With the belief that compassion is theroot of understanding, I'm

031805 Daily Ray

2005-03-18T14:06:00.000-05:00

Some moments seem newborn. Others lived a million years. Now - now is there and then. The stagger fresh in my mind.This life is so surreal. Salvador Dali was not a visionary. He was more of a photographerwith a bloody good eye.

031705 Stellar Times and Moon Pie

2005-03-17T14:42:00.000-05:00

Last night’s performance was stellar. The room was crammed, not so much with bodies, as a sense of community I don’t recognize at our venue often enough. Our Open Mic, and Band, wrapped themselves up in trust and surrendered to the night. Our Showcase, was a pleasure to work with – literally popping off the stage with passion for words and the hope of their effect. Their teamwork and energy were

031605 Reveille (you know who you are)

2005-03-16T13:50:00.000-05:00

When I catch the light right, it’s a good trespass. Standing on the stoop, watching you finger your way through morning, staggering afternoon, take-out dinner parties - snorting stardust till forty falls like a lazy arm.I stand behind your big ideas and the light cast by muses, further back than that – in the sliver between shadow and wall.You were never content to feather.You are waiting for

031105 - Daily Ray

2005-03-11T12:54:00.000-05:00

For all the folks who say, "You gotta write that stuff down."This is my daily contribution to the entropy of words.Your life is not always what you choose but what chooses you.Sometimes maps are the perfect indication where NOT to go.We speak in a language of names.This is not my note any more than that is your word. We are the poetry, and life is a running draft.

easy-talking, slow-walking, on my ear

2005-03-10T16:17:00.000-05:00

E-mail response to a friend.Stupid drama. It usually is. It’s only interesting while you’re still able to avoid it. Horrific – good god, woman. I haven’t heard that word used practically in a long time. Sorry to hear it. Just tell me your trip is a step away from (or at least toward a resolution of) all of that. Some dramas have happy endings, after all. I promise not to tell you all about

A Man is Dog's Best Friend

2005-03-09T12:08:00.000-05:00

I’m reading We Regret To Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families by Philip Gourevitch. It details the buildup and genocide in Rwanda and follows several lives (and many deaths) through the 30 years that led up to it. A big contributing factor was the colonial play on racial divides, and the inequity in power structures through the earlier part of the twentieth century. The