March 2009 |
In thirty minutes my brother will leave our house and I won't see him for two years. He will go to Iraq. My parents were talking about it in the front seat as we drove home from dinner. "That's a long...
Posted by an-na on Sun, 06 May 2007 10:34:00 PST |
this morning |
morning song sungso soft andlight as theorange humthrough the windowjuicedfrom the nearest starsoaking infrom the sourcedrip, hit, bend,shooting a goldfieldwide white planeits final descentupon ssweet...
Posted by an-na on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:39:00 PST |
sleeping standing up |
this wasted city - leaning, lean-to-ing,over dark sets of eyes.slow, darwinian indifferencebarks into the emptiness. no reply.city water. bony, dull, rejectingfaces, children, dogs,spitting on every b...
Posted by an-na on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:27:00 PST |
be forsooth un-sooth |
i lost her life briefly, watching a reflection on a bus window - next to father, next to brother, gone. waiting on a bird over the pacific i felt, or didn't feel, it. the thing. you know, the thing th...
Posted by an-na on Tue, 10 Jan 2006 08:49:00 PST |
the hard place. |
i love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you love you miss you love you love you love you love you
BUT I'M NOT ALLOWED!
Posted by an-na on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 04:03:00 PST |
my vices. |
there's nothing to understand. there's nothing to it. just true. just words type-written. cold. clicky.
to be honest, i'm no good. i'm really no good at all. oh god i apologize for every sigh in the ...
Posted by an-na on Tue, 15 Nov 2005 11:54:00 PST |
once |
i wanted to bear the overman.
Posted by an-na on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
but i can't say that i mind too much |
i don't even make one tiny sound when its up and on and in. the things waiting for me in THERE just want me to change my mind and really the only solution is to flee. i must flee. quickly. to californ...
Posted by an-na on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
to ck's and partway back |
"you giver"
oh midnight
the witching hour
of heresy against
Holy Baptist mother
all black with her hats
and her shoes Id bet
jesus would want.
"you whore"
rounded rings
and circle spiral...
Posted by an-na on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
indian-style revised |
"does this make you
uncomfortable?
no. does this make
you uncomfortable?
no.
good.
then i guess we'll
just have to sit like this
forever
and make everyone else
uncomfortable."
--a con...
Posted by an-na on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
