March 2012
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sitter sitting (a thing in progress)
A False function illuminated by the same false Truth known as hope, Inquires  in age of adolescence: “why is the sky so blue?” I lack the courage to reply, or maybe I just can,t recall, so I lie: “god made it that way”- as I return to something not so new.  in age of adolescence: “why is the sky so blue?” “What’s god?” …. Shit. I...
Mar 17th
an observation on observation
My how the little birds fly when softly the telephone poll that is their branch is shaken.   They quake and break and flake as one by one they are awaken.   Not a sound goes by - not a breeze, not a hum. Not a wink goes uncaptured in this sterile aquarium.   And suddenly the birds all start to babble for fear their thoughts are  dust and drabble. When out of nowhere  appears the  sky And out of...
Mar 30th
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I woke up and made a promise to you. I woke up and said: I am writing this to you from the edge. The place where I fry eggs on Tuesday mornings and rest the dead memories of our after years down for a long cold nap. This is the deep dark precipice The space of “how are you’s and I don’t cares” The space of empty prophecies dressed up as wet cows. The space for you to fall, and drawl, and weep...
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ListenThe Church Bed     by Rebecca Berkman –...
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I am fascinated by things that consume. The indescribable substance that wraps one up until they feel like a pig in a blanket lying alone on some forgotten park table… or like a mexican jumping bean - if the bean created his egg-  These metaphors are fairly useless, but oh well - so is my point. The point is we can’t help it: the obsession of obsessing with our obsessive selves. What...
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A night in your room
I want to express this to you. this lingering heat that ties knots in the bottom of my heart. but i can’t it’s too vague. You tell me that smoke is good enough that smoke communicates. how can I explain to you: it’s all aftermath.
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Good lesson. Here’s to the passionate! cheers
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