Monthly Archives: January 2011
The past two nights I’ve dreamed of a box, a rectangle on the wall I can’t quite see. A piece of paper perhaps, but written on. It may not even be paper, I can’t see it clearly enough. It may … Continue reading
Last night I took a drive. Not because I felt I needed to, but because my mom sent me a $10 coupon for shoes and I wanted to look at the sale shoes. I bought a new CD. “Lungs” by … Continue reading
An empty bathtub is calling me
Art is power. I have power in my art. We have power in our art. We have power.
Turn this shit up! This girl is 22 years old. Incredible.
An addiction, two hands and feet, there’s a meat market down the street, the boys and girls watch each other eat when they really just want to watch each other sleep. This song makes me dance inside.
Through all the murmuring, all the murmuring, I slit my eyes like a contented cat. Watching it all, trying to sleep, trying to sleep away the noise. I feel something over my shoulder. watching. My headphones are in, but I’m … Continue reading
There are things stuck. Pieces, small pieces I can’t get to. In my eye – a soft, small, invisible hair. In my teeth – a sliver of onion from the pizza I just ate. It’s always that small space between … Continue reading