May 2013
4 posts
April 2013
9 posts
What the Last Evening Will Be Like
You’re sitting at a small bay window in an empty café by the sea. It’s nightfall, and the owner is locking up, though you’re still hunched over the radiator, which is slowly losing warmth. Now you’re walking down to the shore to watch the last blues fading on the waves. You’ve lived in small houses, tight spaces— the walls around you kept closing in— but the sea and...
March 2013
19 posts
The Frenemy.: Things I Have Thought: March, 2013 →
thefrenemy:
When exactly is the right time to go ahead and purchase Summer’s Eve, and what is everybody’s “aha moment” like/what does it smell like/oh Jesus am I normal
What the FUCK SPECIFICALLY is SXSW and why is it thirty weeks long
“Okay, if it’s fall back, spring forward,” do I…lose sleep? Is this a…
The ancients are right: the dear old human experience is a singular, difficult,...
4. Today his body is consigned to the flames And I begin to understand why people Would want to carry a body to the river’s edge And build a platform of wood and burn it In the wind and scatter the ashes in the river. As if to say, take him, fire, take him, air, And, river, take him. Downstream. Downstream. Watch the ashes disappear in the fast water or, in a small flaring of anger, turn away,...
The precision of dawn, a brow of white stone
the color of autonomy, the price...
– Bartholomew Dougherty
It all seemed real to me
last week. Words. You are the body
of my world, root...
February 2013
8 posts
why do you live in your body like you will be given another? as if it were...
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my...
January 2013
8 posts
We leave a stain, we leave a trail, we leave our imprint. Impurity, cruelty,...
– Philip Roth
December 2012
7 posts