prayer (poem) |
i prayed face-down into my pillowwith a rosary cross poking my collarbone.i bought it in texas in february.i paid for it with cash in line with my (favorite) cousinwho needed as much saving as i did--...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Oct 2009 22:42:00 GMT |
[poem] : The Trouble with Names |
He stands over my desk (but not looming)with a baked...something in this hand, crumbson his chin."You got something on your face. Under yournose." Points at his, points at mine.I wipe off a flake of s...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Oct 2009 21:13:00 GMT |
48 minutes down....a year to go, plus edits.... |
Dan Barden's new book is coming out soon. We had a big chat today. Big chats with Dan are always a little awkward because he keeps basically zero lights on in his office, so you could just as easily b...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 22:32:00 GMT |
Until my new laptop comes |
I am going to be publicly, although the prospect frightens me a little, blogging an essay i'm starting as a seminal creative writing thing for senior year. And so it begins:The story of who I am is th...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:44:00 GMT |
life, circa now |
Tag team, back again, as they say. Back to the grind, back to class and work and watching my favorite guy friends get pussy whipped and fall away into a soluble boyfriend oblivion. Same and same. Don'...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Aug 2009 22:59:00 GMT |
Big, big, satisfied sigh |
Ah, this internship has been completely insane. I loved every g.d. minute of it...except the moments between 8 and 9 am when i had to wake up and get ready to go in.That wasn't super.I've seen a lot o...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Aug 2009 15:57:00 GMT |
crooked teeth |
a new house with a fucked up fence wherethe slats lean together like drunks stumblingfumbling for support.some fall away from each other--anti-magnets, anti-trusting of each other.i walk by the house ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Jul 2009 00:10:00 GMT |
ruminations on roommates |
18, 19, 20...easy going by as ticks on a clock--marxism, weed, Kant, Locke, toke, toke.make love or lust in a paid-up bed with words like 'fuck' and 'deep' or harderwith a young summer friend and and ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 00:53:00 GMT |
sticky |
everything pauses and accidentally considersthe sounds of things that we normallyblurt without thought.the greasy humidity, rubbed between the fingersstagnates the air, slowing down thoughtsandwordsan...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 21:54:00 GMT |
inspired by twittermagnets |
www.twittermagnets.com This was the beginning, now with an end.a vast grassbut a tree?yesterday a magic, sweet and velvet kissnever was, but will be.the future blooms at nightseparated from logical da...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 22:29:00 GMT |
