By RKO

Send me home and bring down the skies. If I can remember the words I wrote yesterday, maybe I’ll feel fine. If you pay me any mind, I’ll start to lose mine. I wish I’d been a lyricist so these fractured sentences would bloom in the hearts of teenage romantics. I’m awake, and I don’t want you to forget.             Keep me around your finger. It’s so much better than feeling less than alive, than reading half-assed hormonal detective stories. You may find me less than steady, but I’m...

How Can You Ask Me Again? (11/23)

What year is it? Hello, all. I apologize for my hiatus. I actually, I wouldn't even call it a hiatus because it has been full of homework and classwork and finals work and cleaning and driving and pining and cleaning some more and waking up at weird times and so on and so forth. To sum it up, college has been a whole tragic monologue of business.  The plan was to make an update a couple of weeks ago after I had performed at an open mic night. Remember the poem I said I wanted to recite? Did not go over as well as I planned. I had...

I Dig Every Second (10/26)

This is mostly just some FYI about the last two poems I posted, "Farewell to Julian" and "First-Person Space." The first poem is dedicated to Brian Jones of The Rolling Stones (featured in the photo uploaded with the poem), a man I'd read up on a great deal at the time of the poem's composition. The title comes from his favoritism of the name Julian which is derived from one of his favorite musicians, Julian "Cannonball" Adderley. I often feel Brian doesn't get enough credit for his achievements, and is more known for his destructive behavior...

"First-Person Space"

I sit at my loom, spinning my tales Threading through words like silver laceAnd yet I sense my vision fails I met a figure on foreign trailsWho sought for me a safer placeWhere I sit at my loom, spinning my tales He left me here for brighter galesLeft alone recounting his graceAnd yet I sense my vision fails Honeyed skin for which my heart ailsSea foam smile with sarcastic traceI sit at my loom, spinning my tales Cold breath, soft as a nightingale'sDistanced by mere first-person spaceAnd yet I sense my vision fails Changes expose that which time...

The Coldness of My Winter (10/23)

You know what's difficult? Keeping up with more contemporary musicians. I just found out yesterday that even though I'll be able to see Soundgarden and My Chemical Romance at Voodoo, I'll be missing The Raconteurs on Sunday. Oh woe is me. I'm going to try to revise my most recent short story today. Shannon gave me the idea to upload pdf files of my work and watermark them so I'll be less paranoid about plagiarism when, in reality, I doubt there are people creeping about and just waiting for me to post my own work so as to steal it. Still, though,...

"Farewell to Julian"

Grey eyes would poison meThey would taint my blood, I'm sureI suppose I'm safe from hereBut maybe I shouldn't stareAt your beautiful feathered wingsSheer and torn, broken and wornBut look at your eyes, I don't dare Grey eyes would consume meThey'd swallow me up, I'm sureNot everything is clearBut maybe I shouldn't careAbout short-sighted, hurtful thingsAbout barks to bites, words and fightsBut look at your eyes, I don't dare Grey eyes would betray meThey would break my heart, I'm sureThey paralyze me with fearBut maybe I should bearThe pitiful...

That Ain't No Crime (10/22)

I think I'm suffering from post-Rocky Horror Picture Show depression. Or it could just be the biology homework. Yeah, I had to skip out on the LSU game today because of homework and allergies. I'm sure it's the change in seasons, but I do love this cool weather. The boys did great, though! Geaux Tigers! I can't wait till we take on Bama. The Rocky Horror Picture Show at Little Theater was spectacular. Before I've only ever been to movie participations with a shadow cast, but this was an actual play. The actors did a spectacular job. I even got...

All Her Little Pets (10/21)

I may or may not be watching It Might Get Loud in my spare time. And if I am, it's probably absolutely awesome. I posted a poem a minute ago, so here's some information pertaining to it. The title is from the David Bowie song "Changes" wherein he sings, "And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultation - they're quite aware of what they're going through." Many will recognize it as part of the introduction to The Breakfast Club. I wrote it earlier this year, somewhere around spring, and...

"These Children"

(Photograph by Nikki McGuire) It's all okay It's all undoneLook at home withFresh, wet eyes andBreathe and find timePassing from theVictoriansWho clutched at your skirts Dance with the moonFeel the worldTouch its tiltBut you are its turnThe spinThe earth under our tired feet, But still we walk And still we trust in you To carry us through sunshine Into darkest night Through sunshine Into darkest night Because you move usIn your turn ...

Where You Do Belong (10/20)

It was really hard finding lyrics from the song I have stuck in my head that were appropriate enough to use for a post title. Oh, you Rolling Stones, you. So, last night I finished a short story that's been gnawing at my skull for the past four months or so. It's about twelve pages as is, but it's still very rough. Right now it's going through the first preliminary rounds of revisions, and then will be sent out to whatever magazine I can find that'll accept it. I already have a list made up, but it probably won't be ready for another month. I'm...

Seashell Eyes (10/20)

Riddle me this: why did I bother to put a date in the title?  This blog is a very hapless rip-off of a dear friend's writing blog, but I went ahead and made it so we could match and be cute that way. This friend can be found at thenikkimcguiremovement.com You can already see how much I've cheated off of her idea by comparing our URLs. I might as well have just called mine the Vivian Beltran movement. And that's another thing: my URL seems quite odd, obscure, or trying too hard. There is an explanation, however. Upon recent research...