The Lone Cypress
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| Blog Name: | The Lone Cypress |
| Url: | http://www.thelonecypress.blogspot.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | WRITING, NONFICTION, FICTION |
| Description: | The Lone Cypress is a tree clinging to rock over the Pacific Ocean. I first visited the Lone Cypress on my 13th birthday and have been back twice to see it. It resides in Carmel-By-The-Sea and the panorama is heart stopping where you have to remind yourself to breathe. The Lone Cypress is used to create a dialogue with other people (that's you) through my writing. |
| Popularity: | 44 Followers |
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Salt shoots up my nose, ferried by the wind. Blasts of air, not sparing in their rhythm crawl over my skin and I pain for water. Untrammelled waves crush any sand that lays crumbling on the beach. I see the man I was with last night - a half-smoked cigarette cocked in his mouth.He is still - kind of like he's stranded and doesn't know where to go; not sure about how to stamp one foot in front of the other, or even how to breathe. The cigarette recedes to his lips and he spits it onto the sand. I don't know who he is.I walk to the bedroom, see the sheets and remember, nodding at the colours that have seeped through to the mattress. Worry abates, curiosity turns my lip
Salt shoots up my nose, ferried by the wind. Blasts of air, not sparing in their rhythm crawl over my skin and I pain for water. Untrammelled waves crush any sand that lays crumbling on the beach. I see the man I was with last night - a half-smoked cigarette cocked in his mouth.He is still - kind of like he's stranded and doesn't know where to go; not sure about how to stamp one foot in front of the other, or even how to breathe. The cigarette recedes to his lips and he spits it onto the sand. I don't know who he is.I walk to the bedroom, see the sheets and remember, nodding at the colours that have seeped through to the mattress. Worry abates, curiosity turns my lip
5.9.09
1.50pm @ Tallebudgera surf club (yes, I know - what. the. fuck.)My day has been punctuated by sex. I've lingered on it too long; my tongue is sensitive and nerves sting when it brushes the roof of my mouth. Every appealing man is fair game, be they married, in a partnership, of age or otherwise. Even unappealing men; thicker, bearded, old, rough.Sex.I have grand designs of a penis puncturing my vagina. That - today, right now - is all I can think about. I want to be touched; I want someone to spread my legs, someone to push and spill into me so as create some sort of cheap mess.Will I be able to eat my lunch? Fucking salmon.
1.50pm @ Tallebudgera surf club (yes, I know - what. the. fuck.)My day has been punctuated by sex. I've lingered on it too long; my tongue is sensitive and nerves sting when it brushes the roof of my mouth. Every appealing man is fair game, be they married, in a partnership, of age or otherwise. Even unappealing men; thicker, bearded, old, rough.Sex.I have grand designs of a penis puncturing my vagina. That - today, right now - is all I can think about. I want to be touched; I want someone to spread my legs, someone to push and spill into me so as create some sort of cheap mess.Will I be able to eat my lunch? Fucking salmon.
Romancing the bone, or rather, postponing the bone ...
Sick this morning from the arsenal of narcotics I've been ingesting. The bone scan will be re-scheduled. Thank you opiates and anti-seizure meds. No, wait - fuck you, and while I'm at it, FUCK CANCER. That's for my friend Renee who is fighting (and winning) a war on lung and brain cancer over in California.I have nothing on this girl. To learn more about her extraordinary story, check out http://www.reneebensonbelieve.comBELIEVE.
Sick this morning from the arsenal of narcotics I've been ingesting. The bone scan will be re-scheduled. Thank you opiates and anti-seizure meds. No, wait - fuck you, and while I'm at it, FUCK CANCER. That's for my friend Renee who is fighting (and winning) a war on lung and brain cancer over in California.I have nothing on this girl. To learn more about her extraordinary story, check out http://www.reneebensonbelieve.comBELIEVE.
Waking up
Of course I woke up. I did get to see daylight so my mum could take me to the hospital for some tests. The sonography was not what I was expecting it to be, for the swelling and pain in my sub-clavian and axillary (essentially my clavicle and neck) was not a new DVT*. All the sonographer could see on the ultrasound was residual clot from the DVT I had six years ago and the one I had last May due to a radiologist dicking around for too long in my arm while inserting a PICC line. A PICC line is inserted in a peripheral vein, such as the cephalic, basilic, or brachial vein; is advanced through larger veins toward the heart until the tip rests in the distal superior vena
Of course I woke up. I did get to see daylight so my mum could take me to the hospital for some tests. The sonography was not what I was expecting it to be, for the swelling and pain in my sub-clavian and axillary (essentially my clavicle and neck) was not a new DVT*. All the sonographer could see on the ultrasound was residual clot from the DVT I had six years ago and the one I had last May due to a radiologist dicking around for too long in my arm while inserting a PICC line. A PICC line is inserted in a peripheral vein, such as the cephalic, basilic, or brachial vein; is advanced through larger veins toward the heart until the tip rests in the distal superior vena
If I Die Before I Wake
Tonight, or rather, today, I am frightened to go to sleep because I may not wake up. This comes with the territory of the unknown.You may wonder why I am sending this out into the void as my shoulders stiffen from the cold and unsettling breath of the reaper. If I don't survive the next few hours, at the very least I want to share a sliver of how my life works. On Saturday, it was eleven years since my transplant and I have been feeling very well. The nature of the beast that is post-transplant means that nothing is certain and your life can turn on a dime where you find yourself in a place you only thought existed in night terrors.I will have tests today
Tonight, or rather, today, I am frightened to go to sleep because I may not wake up. This comes with the territory of the unknown.You may wonder why I am sending this out into the void as my shoulders stiffen from the cold and unsettling breath of the reaper. If I don't survive the next few hours, at the very least I want to share a sliver of how my life works. On Saturday, it was eleven years since my transplant and I have been feeling very well. The nature of the beast that is post-transplant means that nothing is certain and your life can turn on a dime where you find yourself in a place you only thought existed in night terrors.I will have tests today
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