Dear People-Who-Might-See-This ( Read more... )

I have a new email address. This only happens about once every five years, so if you plan on emailing me at any point in the future, you should probably make a note of the change. mothmouthed(at)gmail(dot)com.

Other stuff later.

I woke up today feeling like I was gonna die ( Read more... )

I think it is turning out to be good for me to not have much of an online presence at the moment. Sometimes the old instinct comes over me where I want to run & tell the world about the things I am thinking, the minor events in my life, the odd stuff I observe, &c. But I think it is better for me to grow out of that habit, for a while at least. It' ( Read more... )

& I am sending out poems like missives to the rest of the world, saying, Look look look, I'm here, I'm here, I've been here all along. It's the kind of season where you want to get rid of everything. I'm here, I'm here, I've been here all along.

Last winter I wrote a private entry here. It said: My journal, in the end, is a palimpsest. I started ( Read more... )

Some days I feel like I am preparing for my own death, this cloud of death-magic following me around, pushing doors open down the hallway, catching in my hair, &c. I woke up one morning to ghosts marching through my room. It was a stormy day outside, & they kept opening the door, slamming it, going to the window. I dream very little these days & ( Read more... )

The NRA called this morning. It said it on the caller ID, just that 3-letter acronym. "Good morning! Is Mr. F-- there?" said a chipper-sounding lady (asking for my dad).

"Is this really the NRA?"

"Yes! Yes it is!" All bushy-tailed cheerful, telephone-voice.

"Fuck you," I said. Surprised silence on the other end. I hung up.

I'm still working at the deli. They saved the business at the last minute. Feeling restless & wishing they'd just closed up so I had more time to look for another job. Finding bits & spots of good luck I can't talk about yet. It's autumn already, or maybe it is almost autumn. I don't know. I just thought I should say something here ( Read more... )

Sick last week, sleeping delirious in the worst heat of the summer; the house's weather is this blank haze around me, sounds of thunder & the t.v., mildew, cat fur, & something moist & sticky hovering near the floor. It's so weird to be sick in the summertime. Feels abnormal, like something is profoundly wrong with your body. Getting chills in ( Read more... )

My life is so picturesque in weird ways, sitting on a florist's stoop at night with overpriced pots of marigolds & 3 lovely girls for company, little insects swimming through the August heat above our heads, dull-colored & papery (the insects, not the heat--that shimmers slightly, greenish, like spilled motor oil). My life is picturesque, but I've ( Read more... )