in the post-modern world - Universal Man, Universal Woman may be dead. people themselves are not dead. there may not be Morals but there can be consensus within communities. "there ain't no justice, just us." - chumbawamba.

also, something small and ominous is drilling its way into my ceiling. i am only half speaking in metaphors. we had european hornets when i was 12 and nobody believes me because i can't tell a rabbit from a raccoon. but when you can't sleep at night for the buzzing of violent insects, you find out the name. i am not that girl who cries wolf: i ( Read more... )

all vulnerability and wanderlust, i am afraid of time except in increments of years ( Read more... )

fuck distance. the spring, or even the anticipation of it, can turn everything into a love letter. donuts and coffee and cigarettes and some day, this day will be a year and then i will be able to talk about it.

i love all y'all that i live with.

does anybody have mp3s of i could live in hope or trust (paperhouse sent me this!)?
or at least 'lazy' and 'amazing grace.'

skyelis @ gmail.

You didn't know me for instance when I was with the Brewitts, without Nora. Three of us played cards all evening and then Jaelin would stay downstairs and Robin and I would go to bed, me with his wife. He would be alone and silent downstairs. Then eventually he would sit down and press into the teeth of the piano. His practice reached us ( Read more... )

oh we're so pretty oh so pretty ohhh

i grow sick at the smell of toast.
it, it floats upstairs and i remember the green fly
that lay dead inside it one time after a shaking. i think of
the scent of bad plates, a smell like mold and sweat-
water. forks all bent out of shape:
the kinds of things i used to fear as a kid.
my grandfather would say taryn, i knew you were ( Read more... )

the day i was born, the number one song was "everybody wants to rule the world," tears for fears.

it's so cold. down to the bone. gianna's gone to northampton. erica's gone to work. shalin's left for cuba. ke's gone to wherever he comes from. darren's listening to gospel music as loud as he can downstairs and i, i just keep listening to the b-side of rubber soul because i'm too lazy to flip it over.