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Lynne Bond's Writings

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Mar.26.2009
Silence. The sky grey and sleepy, yet Shivering to keep warm. Walking down a side street, A lazy smoker sits on his balcony – Dazed, solitary, nothing in his eyes Except the glow of The burning ember At the end of his cigarette. My pace quickens, Arms crossed to keep out the chill I’m so unaccustomed to Here. Out of place, I can see cars moving on the cross...
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Mar.26.2009
On a 9th floor balcony peering west, you can see the sun setting on the boulevard. There’s a mist over the hills that makes the whole spread look like a Brazilian jungle, at least my imagination’s sketch of a jungle. And the cars below poke along like dung beetles looking for that warm, fresh pile to burrow into.
Poem
Mar.26.2009
Libby sits in a room listening to the same song over and over again until she falls asleep. She wakes at three a.m. and turns out the lights. She lays in the dark feeling the same note ring in her chest until she’s numb. Then Libby falls asleep again. Libby wakes in the morning wrapped around a pillow as though she were holding and being held by her lover. She...
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Mar.26.2009
I got on the train; It was 12:15. And by the time I got off, I had been underground, over water and into a land so different from my tiny apartment looking into other lives I felt I was home. No skyscrapers, but instead -- tree-lined streets, houses with yards, people lounging lazily, gossiping with a neighbor or calling a child. I walked and found myself in the...
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Mar.26.2009
When I opened the door there was a staircase. And they told me that this staircase only went up. And I believed them. So I began to descend. The first few steps were brightly lit and very wide. It was easy going down until I hit twenty-four. #24 Step number twenty four. Suddenly, I hit two new doors. One was blue, a deep dark blue -- cold but soothing, like the...
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Mar.26.2009
There are ghosts in my attic that stay hidden behind the stairwell of my mind... and every night when the clock in the hall strikes 3 a.m., invisible hands provoke them into a frenzy, twirling them like spectral wax etching its way down a solitary white candle. If I try to catch them, to choke them, they disperse into nothingness. The primordial memories that...
Poem
Mar.26.2009
(for lauren & julian) i wish you could grow into a carrot and i could put you in my mouth. and jump up and down until you were inside out just like me i wish you could laugh at the sound of the purple dragons sliding down diluted rainbows landing on my head with caustic claws i wish you could touch like a bunny wrapped in my topsy-turvey tulips roots in the...
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Mar.26.2009
My train has jumped its track Trudging through unsteady ground Flying low, but reaching high Searching for a cry to sound But no one seems to notice That I'm stuck inside my head There's no time for understanding From the selfish, living dead When the world starts spinning faster They strap you in to keep you down Afraid, themselves, to let life go Appalled when...
Mar.26.2009
Driving down the street, I had an urge -- So compelling, so terrifying So empowering. With a smooth motion, Dropping like lead And then, that instant relief of the ultimate release CRASHING -- Pounding the shore, Drenching the sanity (what's left of it anyway) with its briny saliva. And the more it pounds, the less it feels. Until It's merely a lapping...
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Mar.26.2009
The lilt of England on your tongue evokes an image drawn from depths of fantasy. I check the clock; it’s time that I awoke, returned my thoughts to face reality. A catch of breath as I first glimpse your face, unique and noble here amidst routine. Your smile it burns my sense and sparks the place that’s heart and soul and makes me feel sixteen. My buckling knees...