November 2008
11 posts
I'm not a damn poet, okay?
I. november desire is a lighted window, the first cold day, an alignment of planets and half shaded faces, a piano in a dark room, and foreign shadows draped under your feet, it is a breeze spinning upward through your fingertips to some far-off inevitable place where you dream of lying down with the rest of the embers.
II. biology we fold ourselves down, clapsed to this hillside by gravity, a...
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of all, because it seems to be the holiday with the least amount of bullshit attached to it. Thanksgiving is not about shopping or guilt or religion. It’s about getting together with family and friends and eating a lot of really good food, and recognizing that most of us have it pretty damn good most of the time, which is a message I can really get behind....
THIS IS NO TIME FOR A SUBJECT LINE
Holy god you guys, there is a fucking spider the size of my thumb living in my sink. He’s currently in the little trap that catches macaroni noodles and rice and bits of spinach from going down the drain. I tried to kill it with a frying pan a few minutes ago but the fucker WILL NOT DIE. This is the Rambo of spiders. I’m pretty sure it’s a brown recluse - actually I’m not...
childhood living
Why do we do things as children that we would never do as adults? It’s when we’re knee-high and vulnurable to the world that we climb too high in trees, stand too close to any edge we can reach, sprint head-long into fifty degree ocean waves, hurl ourselves off swings, and generally throw caution to the wind in favor of play.
And yet when we’re older and actually stronger, when...
