1. Green, musty dashboard and the cold, tempting switches that I'm not allowed to touch. Estee Lauder and Juicy Fruit combine to make my nose run, running just enough not to blow but only to trickle. You tell me stop sniffling, stay just out of my reach, whistle like Disney except it's "Afternoon Delight." Then your eyes are suddenly shut, your ( Read more... )

You see there, how one little hair of root can run with you, give rise to the whole kudzu junble of you, your corpose growing from the green like a city out of the ground ( Read more... )

I got the book yesterday, and I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe when I opened up the first essay. I was so happy. Very, very, very.... Here's a poem I wrote years ago. It was published in a edgey little magazine in SF. It's about then and them and that. It's kind of long....

White Dress (Possession)

“No more interiors should be painted, no ( Read more... )

Breathing is as easy at it looks today. You were there, holding my chin in your hands saying that next time you would not let me scrape so far down, despite my eloquent protests. You were there, picking up my low and making me high again ( Read more... )

I've been working on an article all morning about reactive attachment disorder, and I've decided to give myself a reward. I'm taking myself out for a movie this afternoon -- Y tu mam