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-And he sat looking at her. He enjoyed looking at her very much. She was rather beautiful. He studied her face in profile. He watched her reach up and tuck stray locks of blonde hair behind her ear, the tip of her middle finger gliding along its outer edge, her cupped hand pausing at the apex of this movement, giving the appearance that she was straining to hear something just out of earshot, and thought this was about the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He noted how the sunlight attached itself to her, how it made her skin glow in areas, leaving shadows sharp under her jawline, carving out the thick muscle that ran to the pit of her collarbone.That muscle is called the sternomastoid, he thought, and the collarbone is called the clavicle.It is helpful when drawing the human figure to observe that the clavicle has an appearance not unlike that of an inverted clothes hanger. Now unsure if knowing any of these things enhanced his appreciation of her beauty, he suspected he might be getting out of it again. He had to be careful. He often caught himself getting out of it at the wrong times.Once, while making love to the first woman with whom he was capable of committing such an act, he asked himself am I finally making love or simply having sex, and knew then he was out of it and was only observing it and it became a cold, sterile thing and they both knew it. Yet, later that night, he had been with her again without getting out of it and the experience left them tired, empty and satisfied. So, when he woke late the next morning to her singing softly in that slow honey voice wearing his shirt unbuttoned combing her hair as she smiled at him in the mirror, there was only the memory of that second time, and things went quite well for a couple years before he started getting out of it again.excerpt from a short story by jason bickford

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

a nice young woman at a book store or maybe a live music venue that's small enough to hear conversation when we get close, and i'm all "hey" and she's like "hey" and we dance and kiss and fall in love and wake up naked next to each other painted in strips of early morning sunlight slicing through the blinds and oh yeah wait you're fuckin dreaming that never happens go to sleep stupid. ..
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My Blog

my dream about britney spears

ok, so i had a dream about Britney Spears. sue me. it wasn't sexual /physically intimate. it happened like this- i was swimming in a pool. it looked like a mid-level hotel. like the Marriots in Flo...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 22:26:00 GMT

THE BEST OF 2007

here's a random list of things i was totally stoked about this year (in no particular order): - the red sox. i called it during spring training, folks. and we are still looking great for next year. -t...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 05:21:00 GMT

EXCLUSIVE: Bickford interviews Bickford !

While on a busy nationwide tour supporting a bevy of creative projects, multi-talented Jason Bickford found a chance to sit down with our very own Jason Bickford and answer a few questions. Q: W...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 08:56:00 GMT

"Hopscotch" - excerpt

new fiction in the works- All the coffee shops had closed and the bars were getting crowded as we left the party hand in hand, cautiously navigating the steps of the front porch with hot breat...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 11:20:00 GMT

advice passed on by Janet Fitch

Janet Finch is one of the better novelests of her generation and her book "white oleander" was kick ass and affected me deeply. her latest, "paint it black" rocks as well. here is some advice to write...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 16:14:00 GMT

MY NEW HOBBY(draft)

Another Chance To Get It Right I was getting bored for a while. A long while, actually. My parole officer says I always do dumb stuff when I'm bored. But I have a new hobby now. My doctor, hi...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 23:23:00 GMT

matters of the heart? theyre complicated.

here's a journal entry from january 8th, 2006; "when you truely love someone their vices and virtues are magnified until you're so invested emotionally the subtle glance and embrace can be priceless; ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 12:53:00 GMT

A Thousand Lids

A Thousand Lids I loved the feel of your mouth against mine. I cherished the sight of your body next to me as I woke. I spoke aloud while you slept. "God, why do you create such beauty every day? Thi...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 16:46:00 GMT

I Will Be A House

I WILL BE A HOUSEone day i will be a house.it will not be the walls but the open spaces they dictatethat will define me.and you will be welcome to walk around inside me;to build a fire;and sing yours...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 16:41:00 GMT

"letters to elsa" excerpt...

Letters To Elsa "All happy families are the same. Each unhappy family is unhappy in it's own way" -from Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy It happened in the springtime just before she turn...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 16:39:00 GMT