on campus again for no reason, or for every reason. how every person is an apparition in unlit passageways. how everyone under diffused streetlamp light on rain-slicked streets is the most beautiful person i've ever seen. how i answered the door yesterday to two policemen looking for a name i didn't recognize. how the tiniest trippings make me feel ( Read more... )

sometimes i think we are islands to ourselves
and oceans to the islands of others,

such that we are so alone in amongst not really being alone at all.

oh, we are all so tired:

my quiet care in capitals,

& if only love were enough, we'd be okay.

i spent this morning dyeing the underneath of my hair and then deciding that the haircut i got wasn't working so well, so then i also spent the morning giving myself a new haircut and deciding that i will likely, from hereon in, cut my own hair ( Read more... )

toronto transit commission, or beauty in pocketsit is an early fall jacket evening ( Read more... )

i will see the ocean this year i will see the ocean this year i will see the ocean this year i will see the ocean this year

in the photo basket at home, there are prints of old photographs from when the great-greats were around and the greats were young ( Read more... )

i've been to this hair salon maybe six times now and they always only mostly talk about reality tv, while one woman chews gum really loudly. sally has often tried to get me to join in conversations while she applies highlights, but i haven't the slightest ( Read more... )