I write poems to real/imaginary/living/dead people on postcards, usually the kind you find on those card dispensers in bars and restaurants, or I write cyber-cards on my blog. It all started in 2004, when I lived in Seville, Spain and was inspired by my dear friend, Jo Melo, and in fact many of the first…
Category Archives: Television
Why I Don’t Celebrate Halloween Like I Used To
When I first moved to Europe going on seven years ago I was bummed that I felt they didn’t really celebrate Halloween, American style. Dressing up, spider webs, pumpkin carving, creepy music, Trick-or-Treating…Halloween was always my most favourite holiday. I love costumes and basically will use any excuse whatsoever to dress up. Movie premieres, themed…
A Response to Allen Ginsberg’s America
America, I trusted you with my life and you stole my innocence. America, no dollars nor credit card cents, October 28, 2000. I can’t stand my own memories. America, when will you end your genocides? Go fuck yourself with your right to bear arms. My uterus has been poisoned since your doctors put their hands…
The Mother Claws
Unlike most places in the world that can seem alien at first glance, Prague hides her true nature until she trusts you enough to share of herself. The longer you are here the more she undresses her darkest secrets and shows you her violent scars. Kafka called her a number of variations on “the little…
A Love Letter to The Stand
Written on a postcard with a biohazard stamp, encased in plastic: The wheel of ka never stops turning, And I roll with it. Where a stamp could go but there’s nobody to read it: Mother Abagail’s farm June 14, 2009 The apocalypse is nigh, All I can do is smile.
The Trauma Fairy
I am pretty sure I’ve discovered a new fairy who has been in my life for some time now. I’m calling her The Trauma Fairy, and my belief is she goes into our minds while we sleep and erases things that are just too awful to remember. One of the more dramatic times she visited…
LOST in symbolism
The Season 6 finale of “LOST” featured a gargantuan statue of the Egyptian crocodile-headed god Sobek. Being fascinated not only with “LOST” but also Egyptian mythology (I even took a how-to-read-hieroglyphics course a few years back) I figured it must mean something. *Builds a mountain out of mashed potatoes* Sobek was worshipped in ancient Egyptian…
Sezin’s Screamfest: Top Ten Horror Movies of the Last Ten Years
I *heart* horror films. It’s probably not a healthy thing to *heart* but I can’t help it. I love horror movies so much that I even found a way to incorporate theories of horror in my university dissertation and hopefully soon-to-be-published first book. Oh yeah I so did. Since I am of the recently unemployed,…
A Love Letter to Dexter’s Kill Room
Written on a postcard of a plastic-sheeted room with a surgery table in the middle: Oh.Yes.God is with you. Where a stamp could go but it won’t stick to the saran wrap:MiamiJan 23, 2006You are my hero.
A Love Letter to Tree Hill
Written on a postcard of the River Court, where Peyton’s poem slowly fades: You arethe hometownI never had. Where a stamp could go:October 21, 2008Somewhere not quite here or thereThere’s no place like home.
A Love Letter To Dexter Morgan
Wrtten on a blood-spattered plastic tarp In between a pool and scattered drops: Your vengeanceis totallyspotonWhere a stamp could adhere itself without my help:October 19, 2008Miami, FloridaSick, but true
To Be Or Not To Be A Vampire
Prague is a demanding city. It gives so much, but it also takes a lot. Energy, life, money. These things exist in abundance here, but they also flow away so quickly. Prague is a vampire’s city. Shrouded in gray for more than three-quarters of the year, it is the perfect place for those who really…
Lost and Found
As always, somewhat obsessed, I have a new fascination with the TV series Lost. I know, I know. It’s sorta cliche by now, having a thing for Lost. But my thing is this: I read an article about how Lost is really some version of Stephen King’s Dark Tower series. You know, the Gunslinger chasing…
Turkish Delight Volume 17: The WasteLands – A Poem
Desperate shards of grass Gasp under an exhaust fog Crumbling brown Under the weight of industry’s poison. Muslim schoolgirls with their tartans And headscarves Combat boots Side by side burkah stilettos The manicured face peering through Ninja slits Scanning the lingerie storefronts Of crotch hugging jeans and Knee high boots. In a nation built on…
Turkish Delight Volume 16: A Day In The Life
Thankfully, we had CNBCe in our flat. CNN, BBC, BBC Prime and a business channel that showed really good movies and shows. While we lived in Bakirkoy we watched Desperate Housewives third season, day 5 of 24, My Name Is Earl, Scrubs, One Tree Hill, The OC, Without A Trace, Six Feet Under, Nip/Tuck, Heroes,…
Turkish Delight Volume 10: Outside Honor: A Foreigner’s Perspective of Istanbul
When I moved to Istanbul, I was told that Turkey is an honour-based society. If a man follows me in the street or molests me in some way, I was to shout “Sherefsiz!” which means “Without honor!” and this would bring people running to my defence. What I came to learn is that Turkey is…
Notes About Nothing
*It has been six weeks since my last post. *In the last six weeks I threw out my back, found out it wasn’t my back that was the problem but rather Irritable Bowel Syndrome, watched season 1-3 of ‘Medium,’ and been on a detox diet of vegetables, rice and beans. *I’ve written before about the…
Six Feet Under, an HBO production, 2001-2005
When this show first came out I was in the beginning of dealing with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) after the death of my good friend and during that time I could not even hear death related words without falling into PTSD panic attacks and flashbacks to Wendy’s murder. The commercials for this show totally freaked…
La Comunidad
If ever there were an accurate portrait of Spain, La Comunidad is it. Did you ever see “The ‘Burbs”? Well, this is the Spanish version but far more accurate. Nosy neighbors, nice only to bide the time whilst they wile away your demise to get what they want from your remains. The unveiled hatred of…
Heroes
do you ever get the feeling that you are meant for something more? not just something more, but something great? something amazing, something extraordinary. a feeling that is more than just a feeling or a hunch; something deep down into the dark core of you that tells you that you are special. that you are…
A Sinister Sunday
Sunday’s are no longer a day of quiet leisure and relaxing with my secret pleasures of ‘The OC’ and ‘One Tree Hill.’ In lieu of catching the only work shuttle to the Hurriyet Media Tower where I wile my days away trapped on the top floor like the princess I used to imagine I was,…
what a difference a day makes
oh, yes, the sort of more sane people won back the House! three cheers for Nancy Pelosi! hip hip HOORAY! hip hip HOORAY! hip hip HOORAY! congress belongs to the Democrats once again and let us pray that they use their power well. i would start with the impeachment trial of George W. Bush. if…
a love letter to The Singer/Guitarist of Jimmy Eat World
written on a postcard shaped like the final disc of the ‘one tree hill’ season finale on the flip side it is written: you remind me of someone i love so muchthat in my longing and missing of him i almost forgotthat now i know there is youwhere the stamp should go:november 2, 2006istanbul, turkey…
not such a long way to happy
*i used to have this thing about not adding people i don’t know in person until i met a few people online who i feel like i have always been friends with and their transition into my life has been butter smooth. i realised that we can connect with people in so many ways. in…
what’s it all about, alfie?
the stray cat saga continues with the witnessing of some supremely grotesque behaviour. there is a tomcat i have dubbed Mr. Toad because he is eternally horny (=horny toad=Mr. Toad), following the girls around and mewling to get their sexual attentions. today, when i came home i heard a very distressed kitty noise coming from…
curiouser and curiouser
you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone is the gift that keeps on giving. when i lived in france with my parents, backdropped with the jura mountains all fresh air, trees and snow, i enjoyed every moment of it because something told me it would be a long time before i got to…
she keeps on passing
so many days have passed since i have been able to write. our internet connection is shaky at best and i am trying my luck to post this. yesterday, i had my first physical contact with Tommy, the stray cat who adopted us and is now a part of our family. he is the sweetest…
food poisoning, circumcision parties and wentworth miller
though not exactly in that order and not exactly related. that wentworth miller is so HOT right now. wowza. i just went through me first food poisoning in turkey, big step for one new to a country. steve is experiencing his first cold. but it is almost worth it for the amazing food we had…
first friends in turkey and hollywood goes to iraq
my life as the elephant man continues and i have one more day to sleep upright before i go back for my follow-up appointment. this has kept me housebound and i have been trying to get caught up on emails, some of which have been pending since the wedding! i love having internet at home…
the rose, what next?, and the brenda chenowith syndrome
‘the rose’ and the three people in the world for whom i can sing after years of wanting to see ‘the rose,’ i stayed up till almost the crack of dawn the other night and watched it. what a beautiful film, and bette midler has one of the most powerful voices in the history of…
‘lost in la mancha’ or goodbye to accursed spain
i think spain exists in a black hole. like los angeles, an accursed place where nothing goes right and madness is sanity. don’t get me wrong, i am all about madness, but more that creative madness that is healthy, not the drug-addled-brain madness that seems to infect the denizens of this sweltering land. case in…
los angeles’ memory haunts my reverie
since i don’t always go directly to my friend’s pages to see what’s up and what’s new, i decided to subscribe to everyone’s blog, even if they don’t have a blog i subscribed just in case they are ever to write one. this is fascinating, reading about moments in different people’s lives and adventures all…
a love letter to Tarnoj Stew
written on a postcard of the american flag on the blank space: hearing the truth is so refreshing,especially in your patriotic irreverence.where the stamp would go it says:thoiry, francemay 5, 2006we have just been watching your daily show and you are, well, just fantastic.i would so vote for you for president
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