i am trying to work out my essays for the worst test tomorrow but all i want to do is lay around and listen to apologies to the queen mary, which is the first record i've ever bought. i also want to fill my room with dance and read to myself and write down the dates of everything so the rest of the semester will feel more possible to manage, and ( Read more... )

on monday the guy who sits next to me in my american literature class dated his notes 1-13-05. when i pointed this out to him, he apologized to me, wrote the right numbers and said "i need to get my life together ( Read more... )

"A recently passed anticrime law requires criminals to give their victims 24 hours notice, either orally or in writing, and to explain the nature of the crime to be committed."

yes to texas.

afoot in the backpack parade once again, reluctantly at home among the big stone floats of campus with the shade and sun falling in patchwork over the porcelain buildings like ten thousand parachutes. classes are barreling bluntly ahead and i can't stop looking back over my shoulder to the lull. in government i try hard to hear whatever is being ( Read more... )

january and cotton-light weather for the peach blossoms in the front yard of the brick house on the cul-de-sac of such dizzying distances to cover in tennis shoes and big breaths and laughs. winter is somewhere safe and sleeping and the new year is layers and layers of pictures of faces and 10 to the 40th meters of space and stars and galaxies that ( Read more... )

i am pretty much moved into my room, laptop and old black quilt and my favorite edition of peter pan in their new places and the sunlight unpacked all over the creaking wood floors. last night i went to see the squid and the whale by myself, bought nectarines and stayed up late as proof that i am a whole, whole person and can remember peace even in ( Read more... )

in the midst of the emotional snarl of most things right now my immune system got pretty scrawny and now i am friends with a cold. it's late and sleep seems inaccessible and my legs feel full of fever instead of blood. dorothy's butterscotch coyote puppy is curled up and tiny on my lap ( Read more... )

a mess a mess a mess.

"New Year's morning--
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average."

sometimes i would be happier to just spend all day playing hopschotch in a thesaurus, content with the unknown possibility of each new word, the architecture they hold untapped within them, the stories that are formless, flawless, worth walking forward to meet.

december 2nd ( Read more... )