let me cut the callous off the bottoms of my feet and dig around the flesh for the weights that are anchoring me to this topography. i want to fall. i've been trying all day. i imagine them rooted in my heel, like the fishing sinkers and rigs i always stole from my father's tackle box before they'd corrected my lisp.

The Lord's Resistance Army is a rebel army which used guerrilla warfare in an attempt to overthrow the Ugandan government. It was formed in 1987 by Joseph Kony, who proclaimed himself a spiritual medium, acting in accordance with God. Despite their professed desire to establish a state based on the Ten Commandments and Acholi tradition, the LRA's ( Read more... )

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i came up to these mountains for the first time in 10 years hoping to find something i'd lost in childhood.

instead, i found an old spanish man on a scooter behind me at the wal-mart who wasn't wearing any pants.

"how much your video?"
"uhh..."
"how you?"
i don't know. i doooon't know.

I had never actually met anyone cool before, but I hadn't ever realized it until I actually met michael. people say meeting people you've idolized makes you realize they're just as flawed and human as you are. but this is not the case. he was as colossal and iconographic as i'd made him out to be, even now that he's a friend, he is a demigod, some ( Read more... )

TODAY we took the boat out of its colossal cubby hole and politely glanced over the gutted marina fish as we parted the deadened oil sea into more open waters. I was feeling seventeen and like I didn't really want to be there because the seat was a sticky plastic and my dad was smoking a cigarette. The ash found my mother's capris and I frowned at ( Read more... )

The warmth was more like a carbon-monoxide leak than anything else; you hardly even noticed the temperature until you caught a bead of sweat and thought maybe you were slowly being suffocated, and maybe you should get out of the house. I was lying on my floor, my forehead casually brushing itself against the bottom of my night stand, as if my Aryan ( Read more... )

i see the summer stretching out before me like a beautiful person readjusting to fit the sun, the sun that seems to love only those shoulderblades and nothing behind them. There are many things rooted in the hypothetical of the season. Travel, peeling skin, an internship. A visitor from France to whom I can present the States. I imagine myself ( Read more... )

i am not resorting to speaking in abstractions, but will articulate myself as best i can at 5:33 in the morning. or 5:37. i can never settle the discrepancies between all these clocks all over the place.
i am sending people weird facebook messages without meaning to.
i have found myself somewhat in love with the french and indian war.

never have i been so happy. so wonderfully, bizarrely, simply happy.