Category: Greenhouse Christmas

Not what I remember

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Introduction

ASiP is set up to force you to accept the bad with the good. You have to learn that you'll produce a lot of bad for a little good.

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I have fond memories of Greenhouse Christmas which aren’t reflected in the poem itself. I thought it was much better. Although, it does come from the time period where I was experimenting with narrative mode. I like the ambiguity and subtleness of the characters, there’s a shift there that I hope jerks readers askew into experiencing multiple realities. If it doesn’t for you, don’t be alarmed, it’s just a poorly written poem.

I’ll probably never go back to it. But I may get inspired during my Buffy/Angel rewatch—I’m up to BtVS s5 / AtS s2, if anything will help me capture a good narrative flow and otherworldliness it will be those seasons.

I’d like to blather on, but I have TV to watch.

Greenhouse Christmas

Epigraph

This experiment in POV and the sudden flipping thereof is a year old.

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Walk to the greenhouse,
Sit by the heater,
Enjoy the warmth.

Pull out an iPod and a notebook,
Smile at the rustling plastic,
Lean back to day-dream—

And crash into the heater.

Blackness followed by a growing awareness.

The yellow notebook is buried in mulch.
The heater is on its back.

Jump to your feet,
Lift the heater,
Trip over the chair—

Vague images of hair over eyes,
Close-up of lips.
Strip out the soundtrack and make me
Say what should’ve been said.

The iPod is face down inside a clay pot.
The screen is not cracked.

Dig out the notebook and
Write what you came out here to write.

Christmas greenhouse

old (#5)

Walk to the greenhouse.

Sit by the heater and
Enjoy the warmth.
Think of me.

Pull out an iPod and a notebook.
Smile at the rustling plastic.
Lean back and day-dream.

Keep leaning back, and back, and…
Crash into the heater.

Blackness and a growing awareness.

The yellow notebook is buried in mulch.
The heater is on its back.

Jump to your feet,
Lift the heater,
Trip over the chair.

Vague images of hair over eyes,
Close-up of lips.
Strip out the soundtrack and make me
Say what should’ve been said.

The iPod is face down against the inner edge of a clay pot.

The screen is not cracked.

Sit down,
Pull out the notebook and
Write what you came out here to write.

Christmas greenhouse

old (#4.5)

Someone

Walk to the greenhouse.

Sit by the heater and
Enjoy the warmth.
Think of someone.

Pull out an iPod and a notebook.
Smile at the rustling plastic.
Lean back and day-dream.

Keep leaning back, and back, and…
Crash into the heater.

Blackness and a growing awareness.

The yellow notebook is buried in mulch.
The heater is on its back.

Leap up,
Lift the heater,
Trip over the chair.

Vague images of hair over eyes,
Close-up of lips.
Strip out the soundtrack and make them
Say what should’ve been said.

The iPod is face down against the inner edge of a clay pot.

The screen is not cracked.

Sit in the other chair.
Pull out the notebook and
Write what you came out here to write.

Remember to tell your sister about what happened–
Take notes!

Walk to the greenhouse.

Christmas greenhouse

old (#4)

Walk to the greenhouse.

Sit by the heater and
Enjoy the warmth.
Think of me.

Pull out an iPod and a notebook.
Smile at the rustling plastic.
Lean back and day-dream.

Keep leaning back, and back, and…
Crash into the heater.

Blackness and a growing awareness.

The yellow notebook is buried in mulch.
The heater is on its back.

Leap up,
Lift the heater,
Trip over the chair.

Vague images of hair over eyes,
Close-up of lips.
Strip out the soundtrack and make me
Say what should’ve been said.

The iPod is face down against the inner edge of a clay pot.

The screen is not cracked.

Sit in the other chair.
Pull out the notebook and
Write what you came out here to write.

Remember to tell your sister about what happened–
Take notes!

Walk to the greenhouse.