i'm having a pretty hot'n'heavy love affair with The Hold Steady at the moment.

tonight i could see my breathe in the air. the mulberry tree is dropping its leaves, the rosemary plants are growing. life goes on around me.

I like the girl in this icon. She's a morning after girl. She's a girl with a plan.

New shoots come up on our baby lemon tree. Paler than the others, but full of promise.

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And before I go to sleep, my two favourite poems:

I'm cautious about losing
myself to words.

So I carry trinkets
to remind myself
of this,

and
that,

and
other
things.

-- heather handler

What did Ellington mean
when he said

“I love you madly”

his hands touching a piano
not made of flesh?

-- E. Ethelbert Miller

i keep filling this lj box with words and then deleting them.

how could you, battlestar galactica? after all the hard work in our relationship, all the times you had promised me you, you would be different?

1. our giant dog origami folds herself into a small ball on her pile of blankets. In the morning her head is folded next to her legs and her eyes are squeezed shut. sometimes i sit and watch her ( Read more... )

today is my aunt's 66th birthday, and also her funeral.

when we arrived for the service there were dozens of galahs on the grass, drinking the dew. just as the mass began my aunt's old clock chimed and the galahs took to the sky.

after the service, it rained.

last night i had a dream that bron & i visited mollya. we (bron and i) had a huge argument and then mollya made us dig out the roots of a tree in her backyard. she then sent us to some kind of wonderful Ikea that was filled with aquariums and small delicate painted things. b & i made up and brought back leather bound books and shaped silver for mollyai woke up to ( Read more... )