Excerpts from a short story |
Exclusive for my myspace readers: Excerpts from a story I'm writing for class. "Sara didnt know when she stopped believing in God. She wondered if it was after she had scrubbed a hundred bodies lik...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:47:00 GMT |
Retreat of Silence |
One more I found from City Lights.
I am sitting in a quiet graveyard, propped against an old gravestone
that is swathed by tired brown lichen. I am looking around at a hundred
gravestones like it...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:56:00 GMT |
Last one... |
A page of hasty scribbled notes and poems from City Lights:
Electric blue, her delicate veins stretch like a lightening bold across her arms,
and her hair is like the bright white flash against t...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:56:00 GMT |
Writings from my Yellow Legal Pad |
More from City Lights:
Sometimes late at night, I watch seconds tick by on a circular clock
and feel my bones tightening with the ache of sleep, but my legs cross
and uncross underneath me and I...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:55:00 GMT |
The Glory of Fish |
I found some messy musings I wrote from City Lights this summer:
Today I went to a mosaic cathedral. In one section, I stood and looked
at the ceiling, where there were three pictures: A scarlet s...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:54:00 GMT |
Excerpts from an essay |
"It is like Shakespeare, if Shakespeares works were loaded down with
gratuitous gore, sparse, monosyllabic dialog and didnt have any
complicated plotting&and if Shakespeare was a complete dolt." (...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 09:14:00 GMT |
Possibly the Most Significant Blog I Have Ever Posted |
Today I was in class and one of my classmates was saying how hungry he
was. "Are you hungry enough to pull a Donner Party?" I asked. He didn't
have any idea what I was talking about, so I explained ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 12:22:00 GMT |
Gleaming |
My dad is home. We stayed up together talking about his trip and
listening to The Gleam II by the Avett Brothers, and telling each other
every three minutes that, "I'm going to go to bed now." But w...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 22:46:00 GMT |
Of Lions and explorers. |
On Saturday it swelters, and I walk a long mile. My wild hair streams
around my shoulders and covers my face, and I pretend I am a lion,
strong and fierce. Somewhere nearby, meat smokes on a grill, ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 11:49:00 GMT |
Travesties |
Sometimes I feel like college is a silly farce. I feel this especiallyacutely in some of my education classes, where we sit and talk aboutchildren, and talk about classrooms, and talk about discipline...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 22:58:00 GMT |
