May 2013
7 posts
grew to form from just a leaf
meanders he among silicone dreams
crushing pulp of tracted morass
blathering in the mind’s eye
lost his liver in the abyss
but she will be found
in the ribboned walls of slackened mesh
that filter the present from the future
contaminant it, the bog
that turns clear to brown and browns the brown
a million particles disperse in chaos
like the million...
so many ifs, not enough recursion
April 2013
8 posts
i’ve seen faces, places, and smiled for a moment
but oh, you haunted me so
but that’s why it’s stupid to be afraid of the future. if any of us will be subject to the wiles of a crazy man who puts shrapnel bombs inside metal pressure cookers crudely stuffed into backpacks into the bottom of a trash can, then it’s probably not gonna be our responsibility to avoid them. not altering my day-to-day out of fear
a gloomy day, as if the weather patterns cosmically knew how to sympathize with a grieving city. i’m not depressed and i knew none of the injured, but when someone new shares the picture of the eight year old killed yesterday on my facebook feed, it hits as hard as it did all over again; that someone had to die; that anyone had to suffer for no reason other than their timing and placement...
but you only want the things you can’t get
stream of consciousness
Quietly—no, more than quietly, that kind of step you make with the intention of quietly letting the other person know of your arrival but with all the force of knowing that you fooled them into thinking you were trying to be quiet—he stepped around his sleeping Dachshund and into the foyer. Craig didn’t care if he woke up Fookles, that was ancillary, but he knew if he applied...
March 2013
14 posts
Sometimes I wonder about how we waste effort. Why do our legs chase a foul grounder seconds after our eyes have ascertained its trajectory? Why do we follow opportunity in places we don’t want to be through avenues we never wanted to go? What good comes from the energy we expend whose intent and action get lost in the ether? Then I get back to page upon page of reporting and summarizing...
i’ve had like six winds today
God: I love all my children equally.
[Earlier in the Bible]
God: I don't care for Job.
February 2013
1 post
January 2013
10 posts
nprfreshair:
Hot dog, it’s cold outside. We’re bundling up and heading out. Til tomorrow, folks.
Image via arbroath
SO MUCH MATLAB
i love that i have friends that send me pictures of pugs unsolicited
their children for the things they’re not
they hate themselves for what they are
and yet they drink, they laugh
close the wound, hide the scar
if i could scratch a blackboard sea
or crush a styrofoam village
twist my fingers through streets of plastic wrap
and cleave a marbled sky
i’d be making the most annoying sounds on the planet
December 2012
28 posts
thisisbostonnotli:
GPOY
mi fa stare bene che le cose non ancora capisco sono costruzioni italiani propri invece delle cose che non capisco a causa della memoria
bed bath & beyonce
one day thomas more
