In the final month of the year, ice forms. |
In veins, things change, or at least appear to.
You can see it at eleven pm in the ice stretching slowly over puddles.
But underneath it is this same water, only colder.
Tonight wind blows thro...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 01:13:00 GMT |
comets and corpses |
like a comet. like an eclipse. people are on orbits. they will return.
in third grade i made a pin hole camera. from a shoebox.
and construction paper.
you can keep perspective.
but it ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 18:34:00 GMT |
ghosts and paper mache |
and you decide to walk home. unaware that the evening is determined to prove that you have lived in one place for too long. and the cars pass so close you can't tell if the rumble begins from th...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 10:47:00 GMT |
vacations |
And people are cities. You move from one to another. Theres a number in you phone, a photo in your album, a tshirt in your closet. They are postcards from a vacation you once took. Postcards fro...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 10:45:00 GMT |
family reunion |
it's different with friends and loves. because once i did know. and i still do know. at least i know why it is that i will pull out old photographs or feel sick to my stomach sometimes. but the...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 15:54:00 GMT |
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and oddly,
when we say we know, we are only saying that we have a point of reference.
what we know is our own experience. we try to relate it. to blanket and spread it.
as far as we can. somet...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 14:33:00 GMT |
shelf life |
everything expires.
you can't go back.
there is a time and a place and, more often overlooked, a million lesser factors ranging from brain chemistry to humidity to what you ate for breakfast.
but i do...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 16:35:00 GMT |
relative auto pilot. |
we don't know what to say because we don't know who we are saying it to. so we say what we think someone thinks we should say. in four minutes it can happen one hundred times in a crowded room or even...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 13:50:00 GMT |
quinoa |
music from headphones at one in the morning. like i am surrounded.
i am.
there is always a time when everything old is new again. sometimes you hardly recognize it. eventually it returns ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 00:44:00 GMT |
leaks and holes |
today i installed a toilet, and destroyed the bathroom. it wasn't necessarily my fault, but there is a large hole in the wall now. and by large i mean i could crawl into the wall, webster-style, to hi...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 22:30:00 GMT |
