April 2012
11 posts
oddly enough
my grandmother passed away on thursday, and was buried today. i didn’t shed a tear until after the burial procession, when my family visited the grave of my mom’s father whom i was named after (same cemetery—when in rome?). i’d never been there, and he died before i was born. so, it occurred to me that this was the closest i’ve ever been to my namesake. i think my...
please stop whirring, hard drive
i think by the time the cops come to your door, take down your information, and give you a warning for no reason, you have to throw your hands up because there’s no point in fighting against a week that wants to kill you
slumber on the wet rocks
autumnal orange tore
shears of clay on my fingertips
a city on fire, then
without precedent:
a shank of blue jaunts
blades upon water
ripping tides at my feet
silent, silent, it does not disrupt
the morning commute
the ebb and flow
there’s too much gold on the street
to panhandle a river
