The Day You Drowned- to Oswaldo, my first friendI could hear the ocean that morning, somethirty miles from the coast, in that waythe waves always break down without anyonearound to see the waves break downand it made no sense that I would waketo the sound of the waves breaking down thatmorning, but there I was, awake, oceanin my ears, and alone. I learned what happenedmuch later, bike tire treading water at ourpark, a sign hung in the rain. You werealone, skirting, dancing with the shorethe way you always would, the way you always diduntil then, when the ocean danced with youand led you onward, your favorite music withyour favorite partner leading you on, foamstepping forward, you stepping back. Whenthe false step happened, the ocean cradled youbecause you were its favorite partnerand it never wanted to lose you, to be leftalone. You, being gracious, went along.The ocean was in my ears this morning. I hopeyou're still dancing in the ocean's arms.
Little EarthquakesThis is sunrise on Ninth Streetand it is skipping stonestoward the 22 freeway as ifthe other side were a lakewaiting to be rippled by ducktrails, one by one by one. Thisis morning, slow rumbling sunskimming off rooftop and rooftopas it leaps through Little Saigon,as it leaps toward the ocean, and westumble toward the sun, then towardthe closet door to push it closed,to shut up the creaking hingeand go elsewhere, not the stairwellwith our neighbors, not the oceansun-like, but to bed, to pushthe tremors to silence, stillness,as though the earth were just thatangry closet door with its screwhole slightly stripped and allit needed was noticing and knowingsomeday it would get fixed.
Celebrate deviantART's 13th Birthday! On the day of your birth, you were likely surrounded by those who loved you, who would lead you through the rough first scary years of life, and who would stand by as you grew into a capable person. As time passed, others may have drifted into your life, and even if you didn't know it, they also nurtured and cared for you in much the same way, helping to shape the person you would become.When a community like deviantART is born, the same common thread binds its originators and founding members together. Over the years, more and more creative beings drift into its life and strengthen its core every single day, resulting in an exponentially inspirational powerhouse for the sheer fact that they've become a part of it. That nurturing spirit, that inherent support system, that caring community inspires deviantART to grow, and it comes from inside each and every one of you.Today, Augus