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The Church Bed
    by Rebecca Berkman – Rivera

“Bear witness to this lost cause” murmured someone from the back.
The church was long and vapid, like the guts of a sparrow.
The men wore coats of raw hide, and black velvet suits with long silk scarves to cover their heads from the vomit and stench of the crowd: they were true aristocrats.
“Beware of the men with no heads” my mother had said. And now here I stood a headless cowboy myself facing death before them.

“He ought to burn in soil. Smoke him out for his sins.” another shrieked.

This was not the end I had supposed. This looked nothing like what I had daydreamed long ago in the back of my father’s van as we drove across the borders, in some sort of exile.
To be honest I had always thought my end would look something apocalyptic, like a sudden halt in free will: The mass collapse -a heart attack that ached of common good. Instead it looked something like this:

I lit a match sometime in my twenties and never let it go.
I waited for the slow burn to wear off: and saw that it never would.
I quickly learned that my brain was some big metaphor,
and being human,
went off in search off what that could be.
On the path to my journey I found someone who ripped my heart in two:
but I figured I still had a heart and kept on my way.
Next I came across a dying bird: a sparrow of some sort, dirty from city streets - sad from lack of oxygen. As I watched the creature gasp for life I discovered I was useless and moved away. That was right before I came to a bridge, of course, which crossed over a large purple stream, this could only mean one thing, this could only mean…
                                                                         And I jumped for fear of falling.
Below the waters edge I could hear the voices of others and decided this was good. So I stayed, and on my path toward knowledge I felt comfort and let go. I thought there’d be more courage in the end and less water.

“You were our only hope – our saving sun? What happened?”

The Church Bed

    by Rebecca Berkman – Rivera

“Bear witness to this lost cause” murmured someone from the back.

The church was long and vapid, like the guts of a sparrow.

The men wore coats of raw hide, and black velvet suits with long silk scarves to cover their heads from the vomit and stench of the crowd: they were true aristocrats.

“Beware of the men with no heads” my mother had said. And now here I stood a headless cowboy myself facing death before them.

“He ought to burn in soil. Smoke him out for his sins.” another shrieked.

This was not the end I had supposed. This looked nothing like what I had daydreamed long ago in the back of my father’s van as we drove across the borders, in some sort of exile.

To be honest I had always thought my end would look something apocalyptic, like a sudden halt in free will: The mass collapse -a heart attack that ached of common good. Instead it looked something like this:

I lit a match sometime in my twenties and never let it go.

I waited for the slow burn to wear off: and saw that it never would.

I quickly learned that my brain was some big metaphor,

and being human,

went off in search off what that could be.

On the path to my journey I found someone who ripped my heart in two:

but I figured I still had a heart and kept on my way.

Next I came across a dying bird: a sparrow of some sort, dirty from city streets - sad from lack of oxygen. As I watched the creature gasp for life I discovered I was useless and moved away. That was right before I came to a bridge, of course, which crossed over a large purple stream, this could only mean one thing, this could only mean…

                                                                         And I jumped for fear of falling.

Below the waters edge I could hear the voices of others and decided this was good. So I stayed, and on my path toward knowledge I felt comfort and let go. I thought there’d be more courage in the end and less water.

“You were our only hope – our saving sun? What happened?”

Dec
16th
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since summer is over….

caitlin:   http://caitlinkimball.tumblr.com/

bekie:  http://littlegirllands.tumblr.com/

Aug
6th
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#1 FAVORITE GRAFFITI OF THE WEEK!!!

#1 FAVORITE GRAFFITI OF THE WEEK!!!

Aug
5th
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I think my penis might be bleeding.
— John McKetta after dancing much too hard at Gahl’s orthodox wedding. (via bransonreese)
Jul
21st
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"IN THE LAND OF AUSTIN, TEXAS"

[ july 2009 ]

by caitlin.

Jul
20th
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new york premiere on july 11th, 2009 with the tenement street workshop.
written and directed by bekie berkman-rivera
starring erika strasburg and caitlin kimball.

new york premiere on july 11th, 2009 with the tenement street workshop.

written and directed by bekie berkman-rivera

starring erika strasburg and caitlin kimball.

Jul
6th
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"JULY 4TH//AMERICANA DE CLEVELAND"

by caitlin

Jul
2nd
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real world/white russian nights.
— a new pittsburgh tradition. (by caitlin)
Jun
29th
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"conqueror worm"

starring: bekie berkman-rivera, erika strasburg, nick bonnar, alex falberg, ryan melia, ben ferguson, john mcketta, dan weschler

directed by graham swindoll

photos by caitlin.