Describing a dream |
You know when you're telling someone about a deeply intensive dream that affected you in so many ways, and, when you awoke, had actually changed you as a person, and you're telling this person about i...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 13:27:00 GMT |
Summer begins |
Hm...New blog.Life of late is:1.) Deli working.Good pay, horrible customers. I've been thinking a lot lately about rich middle-aged women. We get so many that come into the deli, alone, and rich, a...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 14:15:00 GMT |
The really good things have only just come |
our bodies,our capsules-are capsulesof times and thingsand dreams and wings.When we touchhe touches me thereI scream a silently.all the whilewishing and hopingand knowingand showingthat life can be th...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 14:13:00 GMT |
The truth hurts, and other cliches that miss the truth |
Truth is a fiction often hard to bear. Fiction, for its odd excitement. The way it seems to scintillate when compared with the mundane of reality. Truth is like the novel which pours over ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 21:55:00 GMT |
The whore poem |
He spent so much time worryingabout the spray of the windshieldcleaning fluidprismataking on the windshield.He tried driving with the seat reclined, withmad cow dribbling from his earand hearing her.....
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 00:03:00 GMT |
A love that lost its name; Reruns from the past two years |
Yet again, I discover: love.On the porch, as in high school, neighbors and questions.Yes again, love: I missed you so much, not even knowing it, cryingin dreams and seeingothers as you, superimp...
Posted by on Mon, 01 May 2006 01:12:00 GMT |
Parenting must be hard...or just easy to fuck up |
In the computer lab, waiting for my homework to print. Woman with son.Him crying saying he needs to go to the bathroom, age 4.Her response, totally business: "Well you should have thought of that be...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 12:26:00 GMT |
Capitalism: The real Avian Flu |
I used to think I'd hate to get to know new people. I was perfectly content with the people I knew, and meeting new people just meant telling them another boring rendition of the same same story...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 00:26:00 GMT |
Watchoo talkin' about Home Depot?! |
First of all, I'd like to get this out of the way: what the fuck. Ok, and onward: At the Home Depot. Nursing my sore throat--this freak pain selfishly inhabiting my pharyngeal space, forcing ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 00:18:00 GMT |
Doppleganger |
Sam Wessels, a seventh-grader at Southwest Junior High School, plays his saxophone in his room decorated with bold colors and abstract art. Wessels placed first in the junior high school divis...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 22:12:00 GMT |
