on my desk, katie lorah, i have a picture of you with your stubby blonde ponytail and puffy blue scarf, pulling the door shut as you step into a clear, plexiglass soundproof booth on canal street in new york city. you have one hand up near your face, almost a fist, and you are smiling but not looking at the camera; this may be the only picture of ( Read more... )

i have been riding my bike all around the city, composing poems in my head. i am afraid of poetry because i know nothing about it. i know words, sometimes, but nothing of form or meter. i would very much like to take a class on poetry ( Read more... )

jordana's twenty-first birthday party--

drinking
dancing
cowboys

friday, september 17 at 10pm

bring friends! if you don't have my new address, comment and i'll email it to you. okay!

ninety three degrees with a visibility of ten miles. i'd jump in the lake every day if i could.

last night, secretly stepping, barefoot, lightly, from sharp gravel to the smooth, cool planks of the dock, and sitting carefully to drag my toes in the water. this must be what summer is for.

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june 17i am watching the ice patterns spider out over the ocean below us. we are over the hudson straight and the plane is equipped, brilliantly, with seatback screens and downward- and forward-facing cameras, eyes to the outside world. the red green blue pixels jump and quiver in attempts to do justice to the grey and white beauty below, but i ( Read more... )

i think i would like to live in stockholm. maybe i could winter in seattle.

so much turning over in my head. (hello from copenhagen.)

in spite of all the time that we spend on it,
on one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet,
well, outside the wild boars root
without bending a bough underfoot.
oh, it breaks my heart--
i don't know how they do it,
so don't ask me.

from 'inflammatory writ'
joanna newsom

this whole song is brilliant.

it's like finding home
in an old folks' song
that you've never ever heard
and yet you know every word
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