tiny letters written to no one.

unacquired

2011-08-01T15:11:00.003-04:00

pulled it off a shelf
dusty mason jars and
filtered autumnal light
surely this will be the same
surely this, this thing of ours
of you and i
of streets and beaches past
grab this moment by the tail
and wring it out
rough towel edges and dripping bitter taste
once was magic
dreams and blankets
now is only dusty
this is old and
this is tragic
i put it back
i shut the lid
i take a breath
and sneeze.

cicadas

2010-12-17T01:21:00.009-05:00

blink my eyes slowly
as i come to realize all the things we will not do
choose to play the piano or not
to touch the keys with temerity or tenacity
ask for forgiveness or forge ahead unfeeling
you know a cicada lives underground for 17 years
a crawling breathing husk until it squeezes out
its own shell a 17-year-old prison
these things happen
i let you down
i sit on uncomfortable benches and watch fading white light
move across a cold brown room
breathing shallowly softly behind your shoulder
silently passing time
i once ran 3 miles
i once read 400 pages in a day
meanwhile the cicadas kept breathing underground
a timeless cycle unmarked by earthly misfortune

3 strikes 1 month

2010-11-30T15:20:00.004-05:00

buttoned up men talk men talk
mention wall street and children
their children's children
i am miles away
pressed within thick layers of cotton and wool and my own winter skin
impenetrable
haul myself through crowds of people
smile the appropriate smile
suspend belief and sense of humor
until i can reach a quiet moment alone
coworkers and family and friends move their mouths
but i am thinking about eggs over easy
the quality of the yolk and the dignity of silence
i make a motion and say the appropriate qualifying words
it's like an old friend of mine once said
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

2010-11-03T20:28:00.003-04:00

pressed tin into
the side of my thumb
and stood there watching the line of red form
crept up then spilled wouldn't stop
wrapped it up tight
it wasnt until later i noticed
the brown spots forming
on the page of the book i borrowed
i cant give it back
my thumb weeping slowly
spreading across each page
there there i said
it'll be alright

everything is soundless

2010-10-18T19:20:00.007-04:00

everything is soundless
noiseless and black
driving silently down the highway
cold hands wrapped around warm coffee
hair trailing and twisting in the dark
dark dark roads that narrow to a point
we are not going to die
we will simply disappear
a mountain range of highs and lows
that simply stops
upon the Great Plains
here it is, proof
that nothing ever happened.

portrait

2010-10-15T13:52:00.004-04:00

he coughed
rubbed his hands together
in that rough dry way
brown old skin
receding behind black fingernails
yesterday's old dirt
sharing the space with the day before it
first cigarette is lit and
his watery blue eyes tinged with red
reflect the light from the back yard
"you can see all the way to dry valley" he thought
and you could
at least he wouldn't lie about that
"time to light the kerosene"
but as he shuffles his horned feet
across the kitchen floor
he remembers his words from last night
his relentless fist on the table
insisting, insisting, insisting
how so-in-so is an asshole
and how you must have had it coming
"i should keep some things to myself" he thought
but already the regret was fading
fading just like the milky way does at 5am
the way the light of the fire does on a cold november morning
"i'll light the wood stove instead" he decides
and as he walks out the front door
nudging the old mutts where they lay
the breath rises up from his mouth
a cloud of rank; of unused apologies
"funny how this disappears" he thought
"just like everyone else"

2010-09-30T16:46:00.003-04:00

flattened out slid against
the wax and dust
the splintered wooden floorboards
that wrap around the rough earth
this growing pool of oil
a small circle that widens but doesn't malform
the bow the arc the completely-taut string
i dont want to wait to only dwell
inside the wrinkled lines around your disappointed eyes
these days they're acres wide and miles long; the grand canyon
the last of the day's light in your constricting pupil
squeezes around me
a tourniquet around my arm; a plastic ring around your dinner napkin;
the end of a string at the end of a floating balloon
shut me out the specs of dust that form some transient spectre
one day you'll learn too that
i've never been particularly kind
nor have i done anything particularly well

2010-08-12T13:00:00.004-04:00

and how might you say it
to describe two stacked up dots one white one red
two black hands that move
left-right-left-right
a man across the field and as he turns the bend he disappears
i looked away forgetting i was watching
and when i turned back he was gone
i never saw him leave
the wind blows calm and cold on my arm
hair stands on end
i have not learned yet
learned that this is not all there is
god did you ever stop and think
of all that will happen to us in the next ten years?

late again

2010-07-02T13:16:00.003-04:00

soggy newspaper underneath my arm
i look down
rain slides along my nose and drips forlornly
into my open coffee cup

Excerpt from "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay"

2010-07-01T13:09:00.003-04:00

What bewitched Bernard Kornblum, on the contrary, was the impersonal magic of life, when he read in a magazine about a fish that could disguise itself as any one of seven different varieties of sea bottom, or when he learned from a newsreel that scientists had discoverd a dying star that emittied radiation on a wavelength whose value in megacycles approximated π. In the realm of human affairs, this type of enchantment was often, though not always, a sadder business - sometimes beautiful, sometimes cruel. Here its stock-in-trade was ironies, coincidences, and the only true portents: those that revealed themselves, unmistakable and impossible to ignore, in retrospect.

2010-05-11T02:48:00.003-04:00

i never smoke
but if i did
i'd smoke alone
smoke quietly in the dark
ash curling from an amber bowl
a comforting fizz and snap
streetlights sneaking through my window
small footsteps placed gently one by one
i'd note the timbre in people's voices
they way they sound when they think they are alone.

a secret thing.

2010-04-14T12:34:00.004-04:00

last night i dreamed i was chasing rainbows
framing them just so and almost clicked
but the light would change
or a person would move.
woke up and thought about tulip bulbs
how they live on indefinitely
deep in ground through a slow hard winter
until they creep up in spring
push forth the flowers that bees and people love
their only purpose to create
a continuing line of other bulbs
these secret things
that no one ever sees.

formation

2010-03-05T13:52:00.003-05:00

skinny legs hugged against my chest
watching pavement stripe by
through a hole in the plywood floor
sitting where a seat should be
we used to drive through fields of tall weeds
i could hear them slap against us and flow under us
and we'd call out to feral kittens in the barn
she clipped my fingernail down to the quick once
in a large room with no furniture
the night we moved
a black three-legged dog wandered up
we took her with us; she never had pups
disappeared a few years later
during a particularly harsh winter

2010-02-10T03:52:00.001-05:00

and yet i'm still surprised
after shuffling through dirt
that i end up with rocks in my shoe.

wait for the thaw

2010-02-04T15:35:00.006-05:00

going to bury myself for awhile
several meters below softened soil and silent snow
surrounded by smooth solemnity
inhale moss and gentle creatures
squeeze gemstones and loam between my fingers
most spend their lives creeping crawling standing bending
i've spent mine running hair on fire
dig down slowly
with bare hands black fingernails
finally relief. imagine
my head engulfed by cool earth

periodic intense happiness followed by:

2010-02-03T20:58:00.008-05:00

today i felt it slipping over me
at first a light gauze and then
a burgeoning cloud outside my window
i started growing heavy and i realized
i had done it
i'd given it all away
all my love my time my energy
squandered it; broadcasted it
deaf ears
pennies down the well
someone told me once
you'd be hurt to realize how little others think of you
neither good nor bad a stark indifference
so i can't help but sink
press a closed fist against my thigh
squeeze my eyes shut and bear it
my heart
my heart
my heart

circles

2010-02-01T22:26:00.003-05:00

thought of you today
you now in robust health
but if we are lucky the time will come
where i will lift you up
as though a child
and you may gently rest your head upon my chest
as i carry you to places
you no longer have strength to reach
i'll pull the covers snug around you
and let the sunlight through your window
and i'll think about days like this
days we didn't spend together
never wasted years but wasted chances
my life all this time for that moment
so that you would not be alone

broken record

2010-01-28T20:17:00.001-05:00

woke up jaw ached
my teeth ground down to the bone
despite a dreamless sleep i
woke up listless as though
i had wandered for hours
my eyelids still heavy
they were wet and yet they burned
i anticipate some speedy change but
the sun still rises and the sun sets
on the same person
it's quite often
i fall asleep and wake up
thinking of the same thing

i dreamed this last night

2010-01-16T16:16:00.004-05:00

walked for awhile on wet streets
blinking soft lights in the distance
our steps in step synchronicity
he looked at me and in his face i saw calm
inner peace and understanding; forgiveness
he put his arm around me and said
what would you have done differently?
there was quiet between us, for once
and i knew the answer but i said
i cannot change what i said, it's said
and i cannot change what i did, it's done
the problem is i have no secrets
the problem is i am no mystery to anyone

a dry spell

2010-01-07T11:37:00.004-05:00

a paper ghost came to me
hurled itself against my window
with all the force and rage
of wild animals and pulsing blood
refused to let it in, at first
i was weak my body ached
my nose dripped and i was idle
but i invited the ghost inside with me
it whooshed in through my sleeves
and down my collar
wrapped itself around my body
until it was warm
and it was loved
sometimes you set out to create
but the paper's blank
we breathe and sigh
but sometimes the words creep in soundlessly
the pen is quick, no longer dry.

i only felt strange

2009-12-27T17:27:00.001-05:00

didn't think i'd feel
anything
and i didn't
until you drove away
and i sat reading my overpriced book
a sinking stinging feeling
i won't see you for awhile now
will i

bus driver

2009-12-21T12:22:00.003-05:00

you are a good looking young man
and you know your route
it's the same every day
i know
i wanted to say something to you
let you know what a good job you do
how invaluable your services are to me
and everyone else around me
but i didn't even approach the yellow line
the one you are supposed to stand behind
when the vehicle is in motion
I just stared at you in the rearview mirror
wondered what music you would put on the radio
if you were allowed to put on the radio
admired your thick black glasses
and the way you gently pulled back into the street
do you ever wish we passengers would strike up a conversation
do you ever wish you could take some alternate route
i would have asked you but i couldn't
i pulled the yellow cord requested my stop
exited out the backdoor
said thank you as i stepped out
forgot you and started thinking of my day

i like my house

2009-12-21T00:46:00.002-05:00

i like my house
wood floors with dirt and dust
that seem to jump into bed with me at night
i like my cat
she is soft and she purrs
she bites me sometimes too
the vet told me she would be a nice sized cat
and he was right
i like my clothes
they look alright on me i've got some pretty neat stuff
i'd say
i like my christmas lights
think i'll keep them up year round
dont care if they're tacky
dont care what the neighbors think
i like my refrigerator
its contents personally selected by me
no sneaky roommates eating my cheese
or drinking my soda
i dont really buy soda actually just a thought
i like my buttons
a different one or two each day
depending on my mood
i have one with a picture of a smiling muffin
it says 'stud' across the top
i always thought that was clever
a smiling stud muffin
it's a nice thought

lessening vision

2009-12-20T20:41:00.004-05:00

vision in my left eye is getting worse
no longer clear
neither near nor far
how sad 25 nearly half blind
to sense its marked decrease
i'll watch it go year by year
my hair will turn grey though i think i'll keep it long
your eccentric bachelorette aunt
with a seaside home and shelves of junky things
you'll never know what each piece meant to me
upon hearing the news
you'll remark how you should have visited
last spring.

instant classic

2009-12-10T17:10:00.002-05:00

wrote this for you
an instant classic
a song for all the ages
feelings of hope swell and rise in your chest
and memories swim back claw back til
you aren't listening any more
you are writing your own song
imagine being the first to hear this
imagine being the first to speak my name

it only lasted a few weeks

2009-12-08T21:39:00.003-05:00

do you remember the time
we walked arm in arm
we drank cool beers
in warm rooms dim light
leaned in toward each other
my leg crossed on yours
you pressed your forehead to mine
and we looked out the window
the snow falling slowly
the first of the year
lightly swirling down
and we ran outside
you kissed me in the snow
do you remember that time?
we walked arm in arm

one foot

2009-12-08T21:30:00.004-05:00

how strange
a change that comes overnight
rolling down the hill over the bridge
it bowls me over dustily
i brush my hair from my face
laugh too loudly perhaps
your eyes may burn invisibly
as i look away always looking away
how strange
to wake up your being there as all along
not sure where to rest my glass
or put my hands
or what to say
some things aren't meant for everyone
sometimes you wake up to find
everything you thought was yours
is gone
it never
belonged to you.

on funemployment

2009-11-09T17:04:00.002-05:00

clear cellophane wrapped inside my mind
layer upon layer, tissues
carefully cradled dreams and good intentions
too delicate to bear the weight of strangers
who talk into teleprompters and write eloquent letters
such a shame to find days wasted
sand that slips under my door
and comes to rest in some unknown corner
swept away eventually by footsteps and wind and voices of others
i had dreams once, and hope
such malice to find them slowly shrink and crumple
dwindling to no more than the pennies that remain in my bank account

2009-10-19T15:59:00.003-04:00

he wore a brown cordoroy jacket
nose sloped and pointed to the floor
the life pushed out of him
i wonder what it was that pressed at his back so urgently and for how long
he was a boy once
just as i was one small girl
who knows what creeps behind us
whispers loathingly
convinces us of our lessening
as though some outsider
could make us forget
who we have always been

3rd and washington

2009-10-15T16:36:00.004-04:00

you never know
when that feeling will come back
a soft warm sweater that creeps up inside
and stuffs itself just beneath my skin
not enough room for it
so it fills me til i burst
burst into a vapor a fine mist
people on the street are shocked
wonder where i've gone
puzzled looks and then a sigh
they'll continue on their way
and i'm joyful
and i'm scattered to the wind
nothing left of me but smoke
and bits of stuffing
strands of my hair
the way my laugh sounds in your memory
and maybe my bus pass -
i wont be needing it anymore.

2009-10-14T14:01:00.001-04:00

i want to be happy

2009-10-06T21:55:00.003-04:00

never want to be anything when i grow up
i have never known my entire life
i do know the things i'd rather be doing
when i'm doing something else

this just happened

2009-10-02T00:54:00.005-04:00

they pushed a slip of paper under my door
24 HOURS NOTICE it said
something about the pipes
something about strange men
rummaging through my apartment
climbing under my sink
makes me wonder what they looked at
what drawers they might have opened
even i would have been tempted
even i would have touched one small thing
but they said
DO NOT TURN ON THE WATER IN THE KITCHEN PLEASE
And i did
a couple times
because i forgot
tonight i decided to do my dishes
i had lots of dishes
i made macaroni and cheese
fancy style
2 nights in a row
and there was homemade bread
and zucchini fritters
i had tater tots too at some point
and i just couldnt resist
i had to do those dishes
no one will know
how much water could it be
hum hum hum
splash splash splash
bubbles bubbles bubbles
my phone rings
hello johanna
is there water in your apartment?
no i said, it's as dry as can be
well there's a whole bunch of water
dripping in the garage below your apartment
there's a whole bunch of it
it runs clear out to 12th street
oh dear i said
i DID forget for a second
i filled up my tea kettle
oh it couldnt have been from that he said
have a good evening
my dishes look so clean
and sparkly in their drying rack
how much water could it be?
no one will ever know
>:)

lost not once, but twice

2009-09-30T01:17:00.004-04:00

single red thread
once tightly wound
rolls down steps
flat line
frayed but wrapped around you
6 or 7 years of taut
your pieces perched so precariously
i wonder what happens now
now that she is gone

2009-09-29T02:45:00.000-04:00

2009-09-28T04:14:00.005-04:00

Orion's belt grows dimmer and i'm certain
i'll never smell those hills again
a trickling creek and
standing stone
2 faces shine from a pile of rotting leaves
the aging photographs the only way we'd have ever known
we tramp through the silent night
only we know the sound snow makes
the sound snow makes as it falls in pitch black dark
a burning rubber boot
the smell of smoke on my shirt
and in my hair
we lie with the dogs we rub their bellies
we chew on fat and debt and dispair
i'll never smell those woods again
that patch of pine
that gaping hole
the forest floor was whole once
autumn leaves all float down
in their own time
and in their own way

2009-09-28T04:14:00.001-04:00

2009-09-20T23:18:00.003-04:00

i met you in a train station
two people going about what it is they go about
we sat together and talked the whole while
smiles and friendly words as though among friends
i walked away did not say goodbye
and you did not run after me
my whole life i will regret
turning away from god's great gifts
though at the time they felt small

2009-09-20T23:15:00.001-04:00

2009-09-03T16:34:00.002-04:00

I should like to be a postal worker
A carefree day of organizing
Slowly shuffling or simply stamping
I'll go whistling down your sidewalk
A letter goes in this slot
and a box would go in another.
I've always liked sorting things
I've always liked talking to people.

forgive me

2009-08-06T00:36:00.003-04:00

how much breath i've wasted
on terrible things
said about harmless people

12th & taylor

2009-08-05T01:26:00.003-04:00

scrape together shreds of the times
times we spent together happy smiling laughing
pile them up in little bits
on knotted natural floors
stick to our feet and trail after us
buzzing near our ears and swirling
up, up, up.
filled stairwells will empty
filled eardrums will ring for days after
filled tummies will growl
and we'll grasp hands; cleave fingers
and nod to ourselves in the dark
someone lights a cigarette and
we wonder at the times spent elsewhere
all these years all of us
slowly inching towards this very spot

we go on living

2009-07-08T02:46:00.004-04:00

smell of cheap wine
floats beneath my nostrils
it's only fitting i say
only fitting
damp palms pressed on dry wood
and as i breathe a light sigh
the things we love fade away
they drop to earth or just drift upwards you see
even elephants will turn to specks
a ships mast will disappear over the horizon
until it's a phone call away
a million miles away
i will breathe your fur
the smell of woods and home and a warm burning fire
i'll let this go until there is nothing left
nothing left of you or me or anyone
i'll bend your ear til it breaks
i'll laugh loudly, surrounded by people i hate

2009-06-26T19:19:00.001-04:00

Even giants shrink from the sun
Their skins shrivel and turn to salt-
Disintegrating.
Fills up their shoes
Flows into other people's houses
It covers me up
Until I'm inside and out
dry and cracked and suffocating
And I can't spit it out
Words hardened up in my mouth
Crusting on my teeth
and I scrub and I scrub and I scrub...

sleep walk through all of your days

2009-06-17T00:53:00.007-04:00

leaden steps on carpet
the muted mumblings from my sleep
the tv flickers to whispers through walls
I startle awake in a place you've never been

and all day long we talk about mercy

2009-06-08T23:30:00.005-04:00

piano wires wrapped around my wrist
pulled me up limply against feeble wishes
you float along with kites and cranes
but i am forever looking down
these brittle bones of mine will break
before i've even brushed the ground

past; not present.

2009-06-07T18:14:00.003-04:00

so many ghosts i've loved
figments of hope projected
onto bits of air and carbon
the movie scenes play out on blank bags of flesh
so much smoke i've touched
it leaks out through the cracks in my fingers
billows out in a stale cloud around my head
which has lingered with me for years

2009-06-05T22:38:00.003-04:00

he had this delicate manner of speaking
of bone china dropped on ceramic tiles
dry twigs snap in a white winter wood

not supposed to be like this

2009-05-27T01:25:00.002-04:00

i see you every day
in every greasy wrinkle
in every knotted ponytail
in every toothless wife
in every miserable frown

it terrifies me
that one day you could show up
that one day
you will die

dust will never settle here

2009-05-27T01:14:00.003-04:00

i'm making a collection
of other people's cats
of all those things you stuffed in seat cushions
of all of your bad habits
you'll see i've numbered them
one by one

Not for you

2009-05-22T14:25:00.003-04:00

Took out my terrible self
The one I keep in cold places
You kept tugging at my hemlines
Made simple things hard
Invoke me all you like
But I'll never be home to you.

Ad infinitum, ad astra, forever and ever

2009-05-21T01:58:00.001-04:00

There's so much good in the world
Its just so much
Too much to be arbitrary

biting my lip

2009-05-17T17:01:00.002-04:00

futures flashing
secretly hoping
it wont go wrong
like all those other times

tired of words

2009-04-17T14:39:00.005-04:00

dry fingers
rubbing dry canvas

thought i was through with it

2009-04-17T14:39:00.002-04:00

woke up and once again
i am surrounded by things
i dont need

2009-02-25T22:36:00.003-05:00

I never -
You know, I never -
I never told anyone
Never told anyone about this
But I used to lie awake
Pretend to be asleep
Despite our saturday's sun
and you -
you would clink your dishes
dirty breakfast dishes
coffee and cigarettes
clandestine conversations
a barely audible murmur
and I would listen secretly
your voices were so different then
just then
back then
back then you used to love each other.

tinkling piano keys

2009-02-22T17:39:00.001-05:00

And then there are times where you wake up
and could just cry that it
was just a dream, after all...

Wish I had a river I could skate away on

2009-02-22T17:35:00.003-05:00

Silver and blue and white and the sun bright in our eyes at that angle that only comes this side of year, on this side of the country.

Portland in 1 month

2008-12-31T13:36:00.003-05:00

...then forever

2008-12-19T15:10:00.001-05:00

and all that was left
was this overwhelming cloud of loss

2008-12-09T09:14:00.001-05:00

2008-12-06T01:25:00.001-05:00

Jenna Kendall

2008-12-05T08:53:00.001-05:00

yellow sun shining

skinny brown

lifeless dogwood tree

never grew an inch

ashes of my dog

underneath

New favorite website

2008-12-04T22:37:00.002-05:00

http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/

in honor of my brother's 21st birthday

2008-12-04T10:34:00.002-05:00

gimme gimmes

2008-12-03T20:58:00.000-05:00

missing this

2008-12-03T10:07:00.001-05:00

2008-12-03T09:38:00.002-05:00

nothing worse
than hot tea
grown cold

make your own call

2008-12-03T08:47:00.003-05:00

I have this dream

2008-12-03T08:40:00.004-05:00

A recurring dream
A reoccurring dream
of falling asleep behind the wheel
struggling to stay awake while driving
being drunk and driving
being pulled over by police officers while driving
There's always this state of confusion
this overwhelming fear
I startle awake
no clue what this means
i'd rather dream of unicorns
hasn't happened yet.

dilemma

2008-12-03T08:38:00.001-05:00

My love of Joanna Newsom is often challenged by the fact I have no fucking idea what she is talking about.

Give me this, or something else

2008-12-02T16:39:00.001-05:00

gentle reassurance

2008-12-02T10:22:00.000-05:00

From StevePavlina.com ~

"An often overlooked but enormously significant growth experience is the simple act of moving to a new city, state, or country. I like to think that every location has a certain energy signature, as do we as individuals. It’s entirely possible that the place you grew up is not the best energetic match for you. (If the word “energy” is too new agey for you, then simply consider the social and cultural climate of your environment as compared to your own personality traits.) You may find, as Erin and I did, that other cities seem more attractive to you than your current location. Notice where you like to travel for vacation. Do you find yourself drawn to the same types of places repeatedly? Have you ever considered living there?

Remember that moving to a new city doesn’t have to be permanent. If you don’t like it, you can always move back, or move somewhere else entirely. But if you do like it, it may turn out to be one of the best decisions of your life."

qmb

2008-11-30T22:29:00.002-05:00

You had your moment
hours, days, or weeks ago
Had it in the flickering fluorescents
Heads swirled with clearing cognizance

You had your moment
hours, days, or weeks ago
Statistical solutions borne on trust
Wiped away to flaking marker dust

2008-11-25T03:15:00.001-05:00

I've been having the craziest dreams lately

We can all breathe now

2008-11-19T08:46:00.003-05:00

The pygmy tarsier is NOT extinct!

as bon iver softly plays

2008-11-15T00:32:00.002-05:00

wrapped up in warm guitar chords
unnecessary fabric peeled away
one by one
i dont know you
but we've done this before
my, my, my

wear it out

2008-11-13T08:41:00.000-05:00

Can't stop listening to this album

This is and always will be

2008-11-10T21:32:00.000-05:00

the very best picture of ALL TIME

The gig's up.

2008-11-04T17:01:00.003-05:00

It turns out
I am not
what I thought
I was.

cascades and coastal starlight

2008-10-20T22:17:00.002-04:00

i dreamed it up on dogeared pages
another life, another town
running nameless, mostly faceless
on train tracks and buslines

Just because I love beautiful things

2008-10-20T22:14:00.000-04:00

I'm double-bloggin this one:

i'm bringing mucha back

2008-10-17T16:49:00.003-04:00

Just picked up a 2009 mucha calendar. So far so good.

vulnerable

2008-10-16T21:28:00.003-04:00

the precious gems kept so warm and quiet
in that calico lined pocket
now exposed and tarnished
picked apart by passers-by:

when your secret thoughts
aren't so secret
anymore.

One of the oldest color photographs

2008-10-16T21:20:00.002-04:00

Mrs. G.A. Barton 1919

I found this today on a fellow blogger's page. This photograph is heaven.
more at http://www.worldisround.com/articles/2378/index.html

pointless movie; amazing promo

2008-10-16T00:33:00.002-04:00

right down to the scaffolding

2008-10-12T22:46:00.002-04:00

5 years in the wrong and I am sure that my name to you is just another word

2008-10-10T09:15:00.003-04:00

That tiny monster
with tiny claws
he twists my guts
and i wonder if he'll ever go away

2008-10-10T09:13:00.000-04:00

It was too late when I got to L.A.

2008-10-08T10:58:00.001-04:00

My whole life I've dreamed
of watching the sun rise on the east coast
and the sun set on the west coast
all in the same day

It might come true in Portland
but i'm not sure how far away
Cannon Beach is.

the truth hurts

2008-10-03T12:33:00.003-04:00

silent shout

2008-10-03T10:37:00.003-04:00

barrelling down the freeway
encased in perfect plastic, glass and metal
double chin and wrinkled lines
i saw you yawn and agreed
but you will never know

2008-09-30T21:13:00.000-04:00

2008-09-30T21:06:00.001-04:00

It's the absence of emotion
the opening hole
that drips the thoughts and feelings
all the words you (n)ever said
slipping out unnoticed
wasted rubbish I have no use for
And never did.

2008-09-30T21:04:00.001-04:00

Muffled whispers
in the soft grass
They see my mouth form the words
that only you
may hear.

an unwritten letter

2008-09-30T21:03:00.002-04:00

I will press upon you these untouched pages
Crisp and smooth from lack of use
The hand, it doesnt write
But the heart,
Oh,
It does.

2008-09-30T21:02:00.000-04:00

Pigtails in the inkpot
Teardops on the sidewalk
That followed you all the way home.

A good wine drunk

2008-09-30T06:28:00.002-04:00

My forehead goes fuzzy
and suddenly
i've never been so charming
and you've never been so attractive

2008-09-27T14:34:00.002-04:00

I still love my father.
This is what hurts the most.

oh frivolity

2008-09-26T11:09:00.002-04:00

All my extra income this week
Just went to two pairs of thigh-high socks
2 concert tickets
and a bottle of gray nail polish.