i'm the only student left on campus. my flight that was supposed to be on the 17th at 6 a.m. was rescheduled for the 19th at 6 a.m. because of a horrendous storm hours before. my taxi is picking me up in just under two and a half hours. i've been in my room all day. i finished "little birds" by nin and began to read "pale fire" by nabokov. i'm ( Read more... )

Pliny ( Read more... )

easter paintings landscape skies
i watched a pink kite slowly rise

finished the story i'd been working on for the last five months. three days of work left. been listening to explosions in the sky and bob dylan. seventy pages left in "garp." bought a bukowski reader to occupy myself during my flight to maine, which is on the 28th. i'm ready to go back, though i'll miss lindsay very much. nothing too exciting. ( Read more... )

An excerpt from "Summer of the Woodpecker ( Read more... )

last night i had a dream in which danny cohen played guitar and sang to me in my dim bedroom. the only lyric i remember was, "we're tracing our bones in the depth of the holocaust ( Read more... )

i've been home for a week. on wednesday i have an interview to work at the cafe at the borders near my house. noah will visit soon. lindsay is wonderful, cuter than ever. my mother is giving away all of her possessions because she is certain she will die soon. "anna karenina" seems to be chick-lit for the intelligentsia. oh, and i'm still writing ( ( Read more... )

my flight from maine to ohio was delayed an hour. this could be bad, i thought, since my lay-over in cincinnati was to be half an hour. the ticket counter attendant said i'd be fine. so i went, despite a 70 minute delay. as expected, i missed my connection ( Read more... )

for some reasons i have been unable to sleep before 7 am in the past several weeks. tylenol pm is good and bad. dependency. it is now 5:30 ( Read more... )

finished a story tonight. only worked on it for a week; unsure how this affected it. now it is 4:15 am and i cannot sleep so i am listening to the smiths and reading chekhov stories. i read them to myself with russian accents. i hear water trickling through pipes in the walls, but we don't have pipes in the walls. i see lindsay in less than five ( Read more... )