it's hard to to say when i met barry, i just remember a late summer night party on 3rd ave feeling anxious and awkward, probably hiding or pacing or some combination of both. then, before i knew it, we were playing basketball in the street, laughing and yelling, it was four in the morning, and we felt like old, old friends. after that, he was ( Read more... )

I have this reoccurring dream. I didn't have it for some time, but lately it's found it's way back to me ( Read more... )

things get colder. i think of things like fires, skin on skin, the quiet comfort of closeness ( Read more... )

it's an afternoon in december, the day after my twenty-second birthday, i'm driving from one dying loved one's house to another. things so sobering seem to happen all too much these days. tom petty is singing free falling, and the leaves look wieghtless, suspended. i feel the same. there's reel to reels, projecting onto the trees and houses. i'm ( Read more... )

the days lack rhythm, and so you wade. purpose doesn't grab you and drag you through like it used to, it's true, and it's hard to say why. so you don't wait to be grabbed, but you don't chase either. you just feel the water wrap around you, and you hold on to it as it holds on to you. you fall in rhythm with where you are and you love it for what ( Read more... )

a note on a scale is a note on a scale, and there is nothing that you can do to change the make up of that note. but sitting at my parents piano after months without practice, playing with my niece, notes sporadically harmonizing and clashing, it reminds me so much more of context, and just how much order and timing and surrounding completely form ( Read more... )

i don't want to beat this into the ground or anything, but i did a keg stand last night, and that shit totally ruled.

it's a morning where you're in and out of sleep, but not in the strained and tiresome way. more in the way where every waking moment is an affirmation and reminder, and it makes the sleeping something that wraps itself around you all the more. soft light through windows, cool air, layers of blankets, a bed that isn't yours. you feel the movement ( Read more... )

the sun is setting earlier. i forget this. the skies have been grey, the chill creeping through walls and open windows and cracks under doors. i've been falling asleep in the late afternoons just after my showers, not bothering to get dressed or find a book, just getting covered and curling up. i put on kate's second mix cd and just lay and listen ( Read more... )

"but the only truth is change. have patience.... a murmur from the ruins echoes softly as the roots undo, and the branch becomes ( Read more... )