May 2012
3 posts
April 2012
3 posts
here i go again
moss., william thomas moore what will happen now? she asks. now, i say, now, the dishes will pile up in the sink and there will be only one pair of shoes at the door.
March 2012
3 posts
February 2012
2 posts
January 2012
5 posts
December 2011
28 posts
“Today I found a scrap of paper where you’d scrawled your name. I hate the world for its traces of you. Don’t write me again.”
— Charles Jensen, excerpt from Debts
"As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches"
As the bruises fade, the lightning aches. Last week, making love, you bit me. Now the blue and dark have gone and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils, then paler to become until my body is all my own and what that ever got me.
-Richard Brautigan
Michael Caine and Natalie Wood, 1966.
November 2011
11 posts
I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves. I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads. I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all.
-Richard Brautigan
