That evening Marie came by to see me and asked me if I wanted to marry her. I said it didn't make any difference to me and that we could if she wanted to. Then she wanted to know if I loved her. I answered the same way I had the last time, that it didn't mean anything but that I probably didn't love her. "So why marry me, then?" she said. I ( Read more... )

Do you ever feel that, as much as you adore this city and would never for your life move anywhere else for too long, that if you have to be here for another week you're going to rip your skin off your bones ( Read more... )

obviously I need another journal.

http://elizabethecohan.blogspot.com

If I'm going to spend over $30 on tickets to see a performer who used to cost $10 to see do I spend it on Regina Spektor or The Shins?

I know, I know: my musical taste is going soft in my old age.

Tomorrow I'm wine shopping for a birthday party in honor of someone for whom Yellow Tail incites waves of nausea. I need friends whose tastes better reflect my income, or lack thereof.

Drawing Machines

The mostly shadowed moon
almost curves like a C or
the nape of your neck.

July is too ripe
so we stall, spitting words
like fruit pits
to the damp night.

Once I pushed my arm
through a bush of bees.
My hand swelled pink for three days.

Later you’ll catch
the ball of your foot
on a bottle shard.

It's been so long since I've written a real letter. Evan and I used to write one another constantly, even when we lived together in Florence. I think it was the part of our relationship I loved most. There's nothing that made me feel as close to him as sitting alone in a public space writing him a letter. Strange, I know, but somehow writing ( Read more... )

Andrea, Marissa and Drea have all left the city (for different destinations) this week. With them gone, I can't help but make bad decisions...like hastily adopting a cat ( Read more... )

1. I have the sickness unto death for the 80th time this year. I'm pretty sure it's because I no longer have health insurance. Or it may be that pesky habit of drinking out of stranger's cocktails at bars or that other habit of making out with strangers at bars ( Read more... )

Lucky you: I've decided to start indiscriminately sharing everything I write, no matter how rough.

( To The Island )