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to-do
i am sitting at the café and it is night outside. i am trying to remember good things. things that will cheer me up, or that will make me cry. the ceiling fans and lights are reflected clearly in the window, clouds rushing past behind them, and i wouldn't be surprised if i woke up right now. sometimes sleep feels like waking up from life. i am ( Read more... ) -
drought
it was one of those wild eerie nights in new orleans last night. the kind that hasn't happened in a while. today, too: the wind has been blowing things around. the streets littered with cardboard and cups. the wind chimes chattering. it's neither cold nor hot. the air feels like more layers of skin. the clouds whizzing by on this movie- ( Read more... ) -
aeiou
i am overwhelmed, of course, and have taken on way too many tasks. i have so much to do i don't know where to start. today, i decided that in order to make myself more sane, i needed to sort through my papers, which are occupying every surface in the house in disorderly piles and arrangements that cannot quite be called piles. but i am living ( Read more... ) -
tickfaw
even nature trails carry you above the swamp, looking down. cypress knees, the trees' knobby lungs, stick up like satirical stepping stones. it doesn't look like it, but you'd sink between them ( Read more... ) -
words
your words drop
like glass beads
from on high
most would break
but these pile
echo like
heartbeats in
cavern walls.
words like coals
they suffered
they survived
flames so hot
all desire
spent like fuel
they smolder
in my cave. -
the drive
a response to a letter ( Read more... ) -
diagnosis please (dream entry)
so i'm in the swamp, shoulder deep with an older white man. he has white hair and is tall with broad shoulders, somewhat overweight, cajun accent. i am interviewing him and he tells me that people in the swamps have grown up tough; they know how to survive. we swim a circuitous route through the swamp and in place of the foliage, walls grow up ( Read more... ) -
drama
tonight i am going to have one of those relationship talks, or at least a drama talk, with someone. and i have no idea what i'm going to say. how do you tell someone that you are just cold - that you'd rather read or do puzzles? that love is something that has to grip and twist you? perhaps he will give me an out. -
fight
my mood tonight is less hopeful, and i relax under the pain. it is a heavy iron, making me flat. there is no reason for it; i cannot blame any person or thing. it just exists like the universe, unfathomable and perversely big.
in keeping with the uncanny sensitivity of electronics, my iTunes is playing sad songs.
Death in June "Luther's Army"
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