I've been throwing pebbles into the ocean and waiting for it to overflow.

I imagined a heroic struggle over life
the precise courage it must take to slide
quiet and willing into the ocean. On the gulf
the breakers never end, they cover and recover.
Gritty kitten tongues. All this senseless beauty,
eternal, and too stupid to stop I thought.

I was too drunk to try drowning anyway.

mangrove lachrymose ribald-ed ( Read more... )

Oil has a good sound ( Read more... )

New Blog for my trip west:
http://travelsofcharlie.blogspot.com/

every morning reveille ( Read more... )

The rains here are turning biblical ( Read more... )

My uncle's been locked up inside himself ( Read more... )

Though it hasn't been too cold, I'm still closed into this room. I've got a window, but it has a curtain, and I keep it pulled to keep the morning sun out. At night it's open though, and around 5 when the sky's getting light (faster than you'd really expect, almost so fast that it's frightening, shakes your idea of the long stretch of day and night ( Read more... )

I stomp in the snow when it's crusted ( Read more... )