- free Janelle Monae concert in Hartford Friday eve ( Read more... )

I flew in an airplane at night for the first time on Sunday. I wrote this is in the margin of the book I was reading. It is campy.

klinkenborg's "vanishing night" essay from the best american collection - hermetic seal of electricity, an upset relationship with the dark - light is a latticed web, latticed ice on a window in winter, the world is a ( Read more... )

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A. I am hilariously bad at talking on the telephone. I have also been known to "misplace" my cell phone for four or five days at a time. Willful disregard of my friends' attempts to contact me will sometimes mean that we are not friends anymore, although this is (usually) not my intent. Phone conversation messes with my equilibrium in a couple of ( Read more... )

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Lately!

It is a little, new blog! I am living in a protracted and unnatural childhood, so don't go nursing any visions of enlightenment.

Twenty minutes on the porch in a howling gale! Corduroy triples in weight when wet! I may have killed a camera!

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Wide floors, eastern windows, tea drawer, groaning shelves, salt crust, clean socks, three cats, shoulder blades, stacked jam, ink stains, garden tunnel, humming wind! The webs where the wall met the ceiling. The cloudy-mouthed piano. A grin. A smattering. A bed that's ours.

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