In my murky state of sleep deprivation, I began to emulate Zelda Fitzgerald.

Not the most reputable of Jazz Age (or any age) icons, to be sure.

Garage sale Saturday, I need to pay my heart's outstanding bills. A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, some plastic daffodils; cutlery and coffee cups I stole from all-night restaurants; a sense of wonder (only slightly used); a year or two to haunt you in the dark ( Read more... )

Yeah I try to write it out, not sure what I recall ( Read more... )

Someday. I will hardly know reality from the transient perfect moments in my mind ( Read more... )

I'm in a bit of a Dorothy Boyd rut. You know, Jerry Maguire . . . The Wizard of Oz?

Cameron Crowe is wonderful. Especially because he alludes to Miles Davis and John Coltrane in nearly every movie of his (that I've seen).

I have come to the conclusion that maybe all the feminists are right, maybe men ARE the enemy. But . . . I still love the

I saw Dr. Zeis in Tops today. Ha!

So you watch the sunrise sinking
And she's talking in her sleep
A dream of how alone she was
Tomorrow when you keep
All those promises to someone
In a mirror you will find
At your parents' house in 1989

Terrorized by the ruling party: calendars and commas.
Small request, could we please (turn around and around and around) turn around?

"One by one ( Read more... )

These furious affections follow me everywhere ( Read more... )

We all try so hard to be transcendent ( Read more... )

We always write about hating people ( Read more... )