March 2009
22 posts
hurrah sapphire moon!
and sometimes, enveloped
in a certain blankness of
mind, all i can put thought
to is the night we slept on
the front of the sailboat,
huddled close under a cheap
blanket for warmth, how dark
the night was, and the way
the water looked the next
morning when the sun rose early.
February 2009
19 posts
that morning.
Later that morning you said you’d drive me home. I said I’d walk, but you told me not to be stupid. You even bought me coffee down at the shop on the corner, when the sun was bright but not warm when we’d first woken up. After the winding drive through San Francisco and when we were back in front of Nick’s alley, you said to call you when I was back in the city. That...
pleasures.
doesn’t it outdo the pleasures of the brilliant concert to wake in the night and find ourselves holding hands in our our sleep?
-Galway Kinnell
holland.
fall in love and fall apart
things will end before they start
Holland, Sufjan Stevens
friendship park.
When we got back from Big Sur, we walked through Friendship Park where my grandpa used to take my sister and me when we were little. He’d buy us churros and pick us up with arms made strong by a lifetime of labor and put us on swings before he got sick. The wind picked up slightly and blew dark hair across your face and some stuck in between your lips. Smiling, you brushed it away and took my...
a preface.
Well, here’s your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts - the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation.
And still the box is not full.
-John Steinbeck
a cold river.
I walked through a valley in Switzerland with a girl from New York who was studying drama in London. She reminded me of a good friend I had in high school, and I was happy to share the walk. The road was narrow, and when cars came we jumped into the ditch running along the road, careful to not get our shoes wet. Scrambling back up the embankment, we would return to the road laughing, the reality...
honestly.
“Life left us all where we were meant to be or where it was convenient to leave us and then forgot us, which is as it should be.”
“That girl never loved you. That girl has a screw loose, and you must like that, but she never really loved you.”
-Roberto Bolano, The Savage Detectives
something unsaid.
Sitting in the front seat of her truck, with the water out the window and the city spread out in front of them, he wants to grab it all with his outstretched hand. The sun is almost down and it makes the sails of the boats in the harbor too white against the blue water and casts the windows of the buildings downtown a dying orange. She hits the brakes and says shit.
She never swears sober.
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