is the most amazing creature. i hope that when we are 100 we will sit on the front porch drinking tea and knitting, telling stories and secrets, talking shit (which really just means revealing truth) and laughing. our house will be like frida kahlo's, two parts with a bridge between, and in it we'll have maps of our family trees complete with ( Read more... )

what matters is that though the past informs the present to the nth degree, we are still born anew every second. and though the farther we progress down this path the more determined our options seem to become, destroying all this and recreating our lives and this world as we choose is still possible. everything that has ever been with us is still ( Read more... )

reading adbusters the other day, i noticed on virtually every page the comment of some imaginary people describing the "overwhelming anxiety" they feel. in the years this magazine has been out, this has been a pattern in virtually every issue i've come across. it seems that there's some attempt to either 1)cause the reader to see herself reflected ( Read more... )

we hitchhiked through biloxi. a ride in a pickup with a man from florida right next to alabama, talking about his wife, dean coon and how he wished he'd slept by us la noche pasada. free food at the truckstop in tuscaloosa. thick heavy heat like you wouldn't believe. and angels (and devils) abound. trucker with a lesbian fetish on the way to the ( Read more... )

Anna Sweet Boy. You came to me with your callused hands stuffed into your pockets and your eyes unable to hold my gaze. You came to me knowing next to nothing about girls. Of course, this girl is not the same as the next; nonetheless, you knew next to nothing. So I was patient and gentle with you.

Lyndell And enraptured I was when she looked at me ( Read more... )