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So far Noelle has created 27 blog entries.

Chicken bones

You know what's really sweet? That you tip my self-esteem, with shabby words like dirty coins that go around from hand to hand and make some noise but buy no joys. A cheap woo-woo to please, the ones that taste like cheese. The pseudo-encouragement, an attempt to make a compliment. The one that we all [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:39:53+00:00 May 19th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

The trap

I saw a life inflamed by its own pointing finger. A finger leader of inaction and of a compliant mouth that repeated commanded words which found their place inside a cage of unquestioned synapses. The words forgot their purpose. They crossed curiosity off their list of curiosities. I saw a finger falling into the trap [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:40:59+00:00 May 18th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


Every time I put my hand into a bag of possibilities I get the yellow gummy bear. It makes me hate randomness. Then I look inside and take them out one by one, and eat them first so I can finally enjoy the rest. I know life is a little more intricate than a bag of candy. Still, [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:16:18+00:00 May 16th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Of course not

You shaped with words what your efforts never intended to touch. "Here," you said, "I hope this helps," and handed me a useless confusion of intangible nonsense, like a stupid "you're enough" jpg in some beautiful typography. I always let words secretly rob me of hope and time when my reserves are already depleted. But [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:52:52+00:00 May 15th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


I traced a line to separate the indivisible in two. I focused on that edge (dividing what, I had no clue). I stayed until both sides became this blurry view, where I could no longer see the closeness of the two. They shared a giant tree and the footprints of my shoes but it didn't [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:54:07+00:00 May 3rd, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Forever young

The ice melted, the sugar dissolved. Both faded and got lost in the red liquid of my glass, in the red liquid of my core. Who cares about the conservation of mass, when time decides to do the same to my ass? Maybe I got this wrong, but I tried the Buddhists' advice of staying [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:55:29+00:00 April 23rd, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Hand in hand

I wished I could walk around the rainbow and get a glimpse from an angle. I despised the frontal view, I didn't want to face the blue. So I walked and walked, always hoping for some change and when I looked at the colors it was always the same range. The next thing I remember [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:59:10+00:00 April 13th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

Faceless needs

I forced your face on my needs, and it became one before I could see it was made of plastic. Rumination turned into deep useless reflection, assisted by fruit flies and lever-pressing rats. I made an effort not to spit on the mirror while brushing my teeth, but tiny white drops dried and accumulated faster [...]

By | 2017-07-09T00:59:58+00:00 April 12th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments


I was playing Where's Wally?, but I didn't like red, I was searching for blue instead. Don't you get better if you play everyday? I was committed to practice and sometimes I could find him. "Look! Here! Wally behind that whaler!" "That's not Wally, you idiot, that's a sailor. Why don't you just let go? [...]

By | 2017-07-09T01:00:54+00:00 April 7th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments