Sunday, February 22, 2009

I'll have the fillet marsalla (eight words)

waitress
gave us details
about sons
botched
circumcision

Monday, February 16, 2009

wrestler down (eight words)

mother's scream.
three hundred
others stopped
dead silent.

The kid was ok.
We were at a wrestling tournament with 600 kids and their families in the building. It’s not uncommon to see a wrestler crying. Kids get twisted, stretched and bumped all day long and more than a few of them will cry after their match. It’s an emotional and physical investment to fight another person.

What is surprisingly rare is that a kid actually gets hurt during a match. Seriously hurt, broken bones, joints and muscles. Plenty of brusies and scratches but you never see anything more serious. Unlike sports like football and soccer, there is very little momentum when the kids come together, so there is no impact.

Something happened on the mat next to me and the kid must have gone unconscious for a second. His mom let out a howl that was so incredibly haunting as she streaked across the mat towards him.

Now realize people were already yelling at the matches already being fought in the gym. There was easily 300 people in this particular gym waiting for their own matches to come up but there was something in her voice that silenced the entire gym. I looked over and the kid was sitting up, looking confused. Her voice haunted me for the rest of the day.

Reminds me of a line from a Pixies song:
"..the sound that a Mother makes, when the baby breaks...."

Friday, February 13, 2009

iridium under pressure (haiku)

screaming momentum
order to a debris field
nothing you can sell

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dark Matter and Dark Matters

all that junk between the stars
means something
to someone
I guess

Monday, February 09, 2009

mat time (eight words)

dreams beaten from you
on one inch Resolite

Friday, February 06, 2009

another win for my boy (haiku)

losing by 10 points
the wrestler hit the pancake
with 5 seconds left