Bad news, bad news. Loss of innocence. A wheelchair is no way for such inexperienced limbs to see the world. No poem, no prose can do justice to the dying or the struggling when you can look them in the face and speak. I am selfish, but I care. I am distant, but it isn't feigned concern. You're blood to me. We are tied to threads centuries ( Read more... )

Welcome to the morning. The air is fresh, the sun is bright. The air is cool, loaded with promise. Last night, I drove the highways, headphones on full blast, the scenery was the story, the music was the narrator, I was the reader, not the characters. I'm tired of being front and center, let me stand in the chorus with the rest of the sweet ( Read more... )

Today I cut most of my hair off and shaved my beard. It no longer felt free and untamed, it felt like weight, baggage, unnecessary. I need to drop the excess. I want to live simply and beautifully. Meaningfully. I want to walk through forests and over hills and plains. I want to fish the lakes and hold the fish and smile at it and let it go ( Read more... )

I can't figure it out ( Read more... )

I feel rather tongue-tied lately. Like I can't ever say what I mean, or do something without doing it backwards, retroactive, disheartening. I don't want to be cryptic or shadowy, I don't want people playing around my words, curiouser and curiouser, trying to decipher. I want to just speak words and move to action, and let that be enough, let ( Read more... )

Watched "Everything Is Illuminated", disintegrated into tears. His hand against Alex's face. Grandfathers and grandsons. Youth and age, the way we cannot say those things and when unspoken take so much time to understand. His lips against her hand, love and knowing so rare and unachievable. All of us looking back, high contrast, 20/20 and ( Read more... )

i feel warm.

alone.

something like on my own.
maybe beautiful.
something near astounding.
curly locks of red and brown.
a bossanova look with
an 80s sense of style.

i'll stop the world,
melt.

this is it this is it.
am i alive?

show me.

A - I Don't Wanna Stay At Your Party

Seam - Berlitz
Guided By Voices - Twilight Campfighter
Silver Jews - Random Rules
The Robot Ate Me - Just One Girl
Pinback - Sender
Papas Fritas - Say Goodbye
Mogwai - Acid Food
Clinic - Distortions
Bloc Party - Plans
Galaxie 500 - Tugboat

B - With my lighning bolts a-glowin' I can see where I am goin'Joy ( Read more... )

"You who never arrived," he wrote ( Read more... )

There is slumber,
and there is fatigue,
and they are at odds
with each other,
irreconcilable,
both taunting with
hither-look glances
like a feeling where
your mattress could well be
mud or earth,
and between your toes,
through your hair,
it would resemble
something like peace,
or if only, concession.