Month: March 2012

Why does everything to music sound so much better? Why does it have so much more meaning? I was listening to a Weepies favorite of mine “Can’t Go Back Now” and all of it together – the music, voices, words do so much more than alone. Isolated it seems so simple, without form or guts.…

Last night I bought new poet boots for $8! That means they are serious poet boots because poets are poor mostly and the fact that I can get something so wonderful on my feet for $8 is a miracle! They aren’t even my size, but fit which makes them more of a miracle. Here’s a…

1. A keyboard @. A Banjo 3. Eileen Myles’ new collection: Snowflake/Different Streets $. The hottest kiss from someone I love – with tongue with guts 5. Swan Dives ^. Money for a new tattoo 7. An idea for a new tattoo *. A new job 9. A bloody nose – it’s been a while…

When I woke up this morning I wasn’t sure what day it was. My hope was that it was Wednesday because Thursday I’m getting a massage, but I still need to shave my legs which might be a two-day affair – one never knows. That’s why I didn’t wish it was Thursday. I’m sorry if…

This is my mom’s new raft – an electric orange tangerine I hope to see bobbing down a river soon. My step-dad calls this photo “Fruit Salad.” Normally, if she were “en-route” she’d be wearing a mango-colored wet suit – only in the big waves, the little waves are relaxing and don’t require much work…