If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

but unlike the herd of dogs i'm living with, i can't quite muster up excitement when most of the sky is deep sleepy blue and only a ring of fire alights in the southeast rim of the horizon. the dogs however see this as their waking call, the sun the great anchor of life pulling them into it. they rustle and tussle out of bed, whimper, stomp their ( Read more... )

is singing outside my window.

oh! and a literary magazine i contributed to, with the help of a reigh bug (or to help the friend of a reigh-bug!) is up and running:

take a looksee:

www.linesandstars.com

xoxo

~amie

it is time to take a haitus from this journal; and for those of you connected to me via myspace, expect that to disappear. it's funny to say to - oh people i suppose, but also to this machine -- i need to be alone with my solitude. but i do. this space, myspace, the whole ephemeral internet thing only assists me in accessing my loneliness and not ( Read more... )

oh - i should be grading, but just got my computer back (he's so quiet and fast with his new harddrive!), and only 5 mp3s survived ( Read more... )

apparently this space isn't the pseudo-safe space for me to express the transitory, unsteady, foolish, full, flawed, partial, reckless, difficulty of everything that i thought it was.

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goodbye.