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as i was riding my bike home, through the autumn light, i thought about autumn light. i thought there was a film by bergman called autumn light (winter light), or a book (a light in august), when i googled i only got fall leaves. if there had not been crunchy leaves all under my wheels, would it have been an autumn light ( Read more... )

for a while, every time i looked into the sky, there was something there. i'd look into what i expected to be the expanse, and there would come into focus a plane, a bird, an antenna. right there where i looked ( Read more... )

so many flickering flickers ( Read more... )

it looked like someone had been interrupted, abducted, from a quiet sit-down on my front steps. a pile of papers on the stairs; recipes torn from magazines; a new yorker article, pages stapled on the corner; a statement of reimbursement for one hour of psychotherapy; a large color xerox of a photo of a woman who is biologically a man. a leather bag ( Read more... )

i got this glass at the thrift store a few weeks ago. it is tinted blue, thin glass. almost teardrop shaped, but with open top and flat bottom. in the last few inches, the glass starts to swirl clockwise. it looks just like water going down a drain. a whirlpool. water from it is so refreshing ( Read more... )

when i was a child, i had a starburst of a broken blood vessel on the side of my nose. i remember the day, in college, when i looked in the mirror and realized it was gone ( Read more... )

today, i rode my bike from the library to the house of the kids i tutor. when i got there, i realized i didn't have my backpack on. how the hell could i have not noticed that i didn't have my backpack on? i rode back to the library in heavy wind, fantasizing about the horrors of the situation. this was in the haight-ashbury neighborhood. a third of ( Read more... )

an idyllic weekend in santa cruz. i saw the town so differently from 10 years ago, when i was a freshman in college. it didn't exist as a space then, the physicality was all molded entirely by my experience, social interactions, huge emotions blasted the space away. now, i saw it as a space, i felt it as a space ( Read more... )

i was lying in the back yard, on my back with my arms shielding my face from the sun. through the crook of my arms was visible blue sky, a bit of tree, and power lines running crosswise. as i watched, a mourning dove alighted on the wires, framed by my two arms, and i remembered, there was a dead mourning dove. i was five, maybe even four. it was a ( Read more... )