things i've learned from my classes this semester ( Read more... )

"they put a picture and two texts under my nose...and it smells like shoes--but i don't know where to begin ( Read more... )

On my way to campus yesterday, I couldn't quite figure it out, but sure enough, there was a person--man, woman, soaked, burdened, stooping creature, someone--standing on the edge of the sidewalk, every so carefully, ever so slowly, raking in the rain. The quick-tempered, cold-toed in me shouted, "What are you doing, punk-ass??!!! Those piles of ( Read more... )

I'm not ready to leave.
Oh, but that's always true of me.
It's not so much that----.
but that----.
You know, it's not as bad as it sounds.
I would be watching everything else so inanimate swirl around me,
completely still; my eyes wouldn't move to follow.
This feels like summer and christmas, both.
How do I begin to know which giggle to use?

Oh, oh. there are times when everyone is beautiful--it's whispered into my eyes ( Read more... )

"The Babylonians invented it, the Greeks banned it, the Hindus worshiped it, and the Church used it to fend off heretics ( Read more... )

in all my love for that strange tree by the driveway--the one with the indented spine running down its center--i've displaced my love for the magnolia on the outskirts of those warm pale yellow kitchen walls. when it's dark outside, and no one's watching, it will bloom. i can feel it; the same throbbing and growing and beauty that clings to the ( Read more... )

i thought i was sleeping outside, until it rained on me ( Read more... )

i love bodies, and all the things you can do with them, all the things they can tell you about themselves, how they are maps and mirrors, time and tempest. i love how you can love what they are made of, and what is made of them, and the things inside them that you can't begin to explore or to explain. i love the way they are everything you know, ( Read more... )

oh! oh! look whose song isn't playing anymore ( Read more... )