I am there but she does not see me |
my fingers across the glass-smooth tabletop lacquered and coolpalms flat weight pressing into the wood the table leg groans ever so plaintivelyfive hundred piece puzzle extracted from its dusty box ca...
Posted by .caroline. on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:08:00 PST |
This is why Im absurd. |
So the thing is, I get in these absurd little moods and can only operate within the context of absurdity until I remember that every time i do this most people around me conclude that i am the strange...
Posted by .caroline. on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:05:00 PST |
What really happens in law classes. |
gmail chat. we’re in the same law building, different classes...other law student: this chick is eating carrots and im so psycho that i hate crunchy noises when its really quietso im kind of fre...
Posted by .caroline. on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 10:42:00 PST |
I |
refer you to mary's blog.
Posted by .caroline. on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:51:00 PST |
Haiku to the lady at the bus stop. |
Girl, you is so fatI can't see around your ass.Please move to the side.
Posted by .caroline. on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 02:22:00 PST |
gotham grunge adventures, vol i |
Setting: a ratty couch that smells like must. Middle of the grungiest part of Gotham you ever seen.you: girl i am trying to make a move on. me: joe friggin' cool in black jeans, a cigarette pack in my...
Posted by .caroline. on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 06:08:00 PST |
To the lady |
in the grocery store today.Seven seconds or ten tickedpeering into pastries fingers like the tips of rolling pins a kitchen countertopisland pots hung flour dustedn...
Posted by .caroline. on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 09:27:00 PST |
Why I dont own a T.V./ i'm missing charlie |
Back when i lived in Athens my neighbor was Charlie Horn. I lived next to him for a year and hadn't gotten to know him at all, until one day Hannah and I were watching tv and an ambulance came by next...
Posted by .caroline. on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 06:40:00 PST |
threads by which i hang |
flickering fog-lit light punches though the bushes in front of the ochre dooronto the halide-orange sidewalkonto my right cheeki flinch like a twitchy junkie with a grudgeand put my head down....
Posted by .caroline. on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 07:56:00 PST |
reminder |
"It is the business of each not to forget his transitory and dependant position, the rich gifts he has received, and the tiny part he plays in a vast, irreplaceable whole."--Mary Midgley, "The Vulnera...
Posted by .caroline. on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 09:07:00 PST |
