i understand now what makes one lie to another.
i am less certain what makes us tell the truth.

i know what it means to be lonely.  
not my kind of lonely.  your kind.  their kind.
i know what it means, to mistake my kind of loneliness for your kind.

i had these dreams, and the beautiful dead took me into the earth. they showed me their cities in the ( Read more... )

this dream: an old friend, and i, in the same room but so distant.  talking to each other through screens, keyboards for mouths, backs to one another.  she is so elegant, so eloquent.  her words carry such weight.  and me, with a broken set of keys.  all stuck and grinding and i am slamming each key so hard that others drop with it, and my words ( Read more... )

there is this note on my desk, here.  it says:

"the day i became patient in love was the day love gave up on me."

a letter from a version of who i was, to a version of who i will be.  and me the messenger. 
i do this all the time - grasp at a passing thought, chain it to a scrap of paper, promptly lose it in a pile of bills or a good book.  and then ( Read more... )

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it's waking up.

took a dive in new england.  no other way to do it.  driving back through the mountains was all i really needed.  deff. a mountain man.  no trust for the ocean, no trust for man-made heights.

this was phenomenal

now i'm back home.  nose to the grindstone, grindstone to the clutch.  Road's still in my ears. shoulda been a trucker.