recently i spent time with a boy who insists on listening to tom petty while playing pool. the juke box ate his quarters. and then i lost to him multiple times ( Read more... )

(those in the front row) pull up your chairs and quiet down ( Read more... )

we drove away in a mini van, seated in the positions we chose at the ages of six and seven (back when those things were important). my father had stacked and arranged her bags and crates in a way that caused an incessant squeaking. it was the bike tire pushing up against the window ( Read more... )

it isnt the most easy thing ( Read more... )

disclaimer: while based on threads of reality, the preceding and following works are examples of my imagination, as they say, running wild.
because,
that is what i do.
i let my imagination run wild.
with the wildebeasts.
be afraid.

i like fiction.
this one is ready for postage.

his eyes on mine, no ( Read more... )

siempre saque de haber sido mejor,
mejor que yo, mejor de lo que fui,
la condecoracion mas taciturna:
recobrar aquel petalo perdido
de mi melancolia hereditaria:
buscar una vez mas la luz que canta
dentro de mi, la luz inapelable.

recycled music notes ( Read more... )