So last night Josh & I haunted the old neighborhood streets for a couple hours. It felt like old times. It was really nice; we rehashed some old memories, talked of lost loves/crushes that never evolved into anything, etc. and stirred up a lot of emotions that we (or at least I) had forgotten about. We also talked about disconnection and feeling ( Read more... )

boredom strikes.


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Mary Oliver In Blackwater WoodsLook, the trees ( Read more... )

newly fallen snow is beautiful. case closed. i'm watching the ghostglitter fall past the window. and why am i staring into this computer screen when there is so much to see outside ( Read more... )

a few surreal things i experienced/did last night ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in the library, about to go to a poetry reading by Irene Mckinney (who from the poems I've read, is amazing), and I find myself wondering: Why do they call it a "pair" of underwear? These are the kind of paradoxes that keep my up all night ( Read more... )

this has always been my favorite flash ever:

http://www.compfused.com/directlink/1182/

so catchy.

I've been trying to re-work an old poem of mine:

Christmas Party, Paths to NowhereI remember the winter night I finally lost it ( Read more... )

I really love the song "The dress looks nice on you," and I love it even more after reading this from SongMeanings.net ( Read more... )

Today, in honor of the Walker Texas Ranger, I played a game I have named "Chuck Norris Softball." In this game, my brother pitches me a baseball or a rock and I roundhouse kick it in mid-air. We do this until I can no longer stand, and then I crawl around the bases. When I finally cross home plate, I say a prayer to Chuck Norris, thanking him for ( Read more... )