saturday afternoon |
nothing that has happened will happen again.They predicted a ruined crop that yearBare treesThe familiar quality of midsummer light absent as wellBut instead We harvested A great abundanceOf softly co...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 20:30:00 GMT |
that sounds terrible and your opinion is wrong. |
we've stood on this corner now for (X) and it's getting cold againwrap me in the hides of the vanquished and breathe on my skinand tell me again why my distress is offensiveand what danger lurks in th...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 16:55:00 GMT |
ok, emily. if you insist... |
again
overpowering green, opressive air, crushing heat, debilitating lightness of spirit and being...
something gathers, something dissipates- luck charms collect on the windowsill... there is so much...
Posted by on Thu, 25 May 2006 13:41:00 GMT |
in progress |
there's some strange phenomenon occurring outside. i feel like i used to know its name... oh, yeah! daylight!
the orchestra gets paid by the hour
a respite, a redemption, a recollection. a ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 May 2006 10:05:00 GMT |
remember that one time...? |
the highway used to be holy ground
freightliner was the name of the holy ghost
the protectition of saint christopher, the assurance of blacktop without worry of broken suspention, the comfort of unpeo...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 01:13:00 GMT |
gah!! (my frustration is not your fault) |
point one: my ears hurt. the belles of skin city are an amazing band. hockey night may be my new favorite, but goddam they're loud. i lost my nice pair of earplugs, but tonight'...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 01:05:00 GMT |
goddam fucking [epletives deleted] |
i just spent an hour and a half writing up a rant about joblessness and the current job market and then i accidentally deleted it because i was trying to find the stupid book i was reading on the "wha...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 01:44:00 GMT |
typing one-handed... |
can't put down cigarette... must type... quandry...
so what are these blogs, anyway? i used to keep a journal, and when writing i often found myself addressing some imaginary reader, l...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 23:47:00 GMT |
i'm supposed to have a subject?! |
when was the last time you were truly afraid of the dark?
never mind...
i open doors so i can have a bit of background noise, something to draw my imagination away from this vacuum of waiting. ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 23:51:00 GMT |
that's more like it. |
jeah, boyz... and girls...
sunshine and fifty degrees, that's what i'm talking about. this snow must die a lingering painful death. the man in my backyard is afraid of springtime in MN... ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Mar 2006 00:28:00 GMT |
