6.6.06 |
at age 17, i had sex to reign in blood.
at age 25, on 6.6.06, i am going home to do laundry, and likely reading nausea.
i had apocalyptic dreams the past two nights -- last night's ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 11:11:00 GMT |
5.24.06 |
morning to greet youin dissonant rays and open lengthof sky -- reflecting sunday sunrise, perched for flight atopthe fourth avenue rooftar --the statue of liberty winking coylyinto the harbour -- traf...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 20:30:00 GMT |
hilarity, ensuing |
because some things are just too funny to not share with the world:
apparently when moving to new york from sweden, all you need to learn in english is "i love you" -- and although sweden is a co...
Posted by on Wed, 10 May 2006 06:47:00 GMT |
| on desire | |
what is it that constitutes our desire?do i see reflected in you a familiarity that resonates without language, without even the slightest acknowledgment of its own existence? a chemical recognition o...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 21:06:00 GMT |
the year of the broken hearts |
the year of the broken hearts is undeniably turning me into an emotional dwarf. i am looking out the window at the rain and i don't have anything in my life to look forward to. i have turned into a co...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 11:26:00 GMT |
things i haven't told you... |
things i do when no one is watching:
[+] set potholders on fire while cooking dinner for myself
[+] touch the spot where my nose is broken
[+] entertain the idea of reincarnation and create a checklis...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Feb 2006 08:30:00 GMT |
migratory birds |
i.d like to show you something about ebband flow as all things inherit motionand breathe.looking out from a vast expanse of bluesuspension bridge, i want to mapthe places on your skin that feel like h...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 21:44:00 GMT |
10.16 |
i am working on a new poem called -boys without mothers- and it is about fucking so i will not post it here. but i will however, piss and moan about the absolute standstill my pen and paper are c...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Oct 2005 21:09:00 GMT |
grey |
elegy (for my lady of the harbor)
i want to touch everything again
like i am still breathing,
the world seeping color back
into these hands.
here, there is only silence.
here, there are no word...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 11:14:00 GMT |
new york, tonight feels like autumn. |
i am tempted to mindlessly wander the streets....
but my internal dialogue is currently on overdrive. i cannot wait until leaves are daily crunching underfoot and i can warm myself from a chilly ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Sep 2005 17:17:00 GMT |
