liner notes |
blissed outhollowed outslivers, shimmers of weighty guests hanging around my roomthey still speakin tongues, in familiar gasps, words so low i can guess what they mean but not surei miss a hundred dif...
Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 12:22:00 GMT |
evz |
old old records. there is a cramp in my foot, tick, it won't stretch, tick, my foot it moves, tick. she hit me between the eyes today, like always her style is unrelenting and truthful. i can never b...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 16:43:00 GMT |
bruce |
it was a frosty grey walk today, and hands shoved deep in pockets, i felt like a character in a bruce springsteen music video. this fucked up weather feels like a reflecting glass. one day beautiful...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 14:40:00 GMT |
haystacks |
come closer dears, let me whisper and hiss in your ears, let me weave great swatches of color and image in your heads, let me lisp to you quiet, too late at a nite, a story of big love, a story of unf...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 18:48:00 GMT |
brother is gone but i live on with a boomboxx in his head |
my little brother whom i love very much has moved to chile to teach english. he is so far away i feel disconnected and distracted when i think about him. he sent me this and i felt a bit better. at...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 12:06:00 GMT |
rabbit’s fur is a dusty mess (she’s been playing in the meadow) |
come home rabbit! i will write you a million love letters on the internets. why do you insist on eating those gold coins with the wrapper still on, it makes the chocolate taste metallic, like blood?...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 15:55:00 GMT |
pony has a sparkle she named jesus |
at a fast awkward angle we rush forward, bump slide grab, and these days i realize things by the bushel as opposed to by the bunch, these days i take out my vampire teeth to bite into an apple, these ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 15:57:00 GMT |
the day it approaches |
on a little boat in a little body of water with edges you can ignore if you squint the right way, on a little boat pretending that all you can see is the horizon, you are out to sea, vast and impenetr...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:34:00 GMT |
signal if you can’t breathe no more |
dear gift-horse,you are a clever one. i thought i was tricking you this time, but you got me once again. last night i spit and slobbered and beat the bathroom wall. i think one day we will be too t...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:21:00 GMT |
you don’t want this |
i have ten fingers. when i sleep at night they randomly jerk open and then ball up into little fists. last night when they tried to retract they just grazed the skin on her stomach and rested open. ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 11:50:00 GMT |
