Why am I so much more comfortable with the random and the chaotic than I am with things that are carefully planned? For the same reason that it has taken me more than ten years to learn guitar.
Foliage by
What are fake flowers for? To list on winter balconies, whitely rendered carpels run-up with frost. To boast of an immediate lapse into a false humus, lying anthers beaded with green plastic. The luminescence.
Follow Suit by
Alison, looking at other women makes me sad. They all have mouths that are too big, smiles that want to swallow my face, chew me down to the stubs of my toes.
Things that go X in the night by
You might have noticed your spelling improving a few hours after you post. Are we haunted by the mischievous spirit of a deceased English teacher? If only that were the case, but unfortunately life has not decided to be nearly so exciting.
Hands, Arms by
You watched a cartoon once where Superman held out his hand like a traffic cop and stopped a handful of bullets with his palm. You live in a house with so many guns that you wear your pajamas all the time, the red S big as a train, just in case.
515 days by
taking seriously the admonition WORDPLAY NOT GUNPLAY posted onto telephone poles by waifish undergraduates the town disarmed and vocabulary…
On Earth as it is in Heaven by
I. The corner outside the Bottega is a scatter of trifold hats and pirate vests, french maids and false pimps, plumes of vaporized breath and laughter from the crowd waiting for the door to open. Shirlane approaches a college student in a caveman costume.
Hey kid: Basically, what you’re looking at is a long slog through a world of mute statistics: percentages of the impoverished, per capita ownership of some given thing, the slide of certain demographies into the achievement gap.
October stretches out like a school-girl against a tree, waiting for the bus. The air is thin and stenciled with small leaves. Last week I met some old friends at a philosophy conference over at the college.
After by
I knew it was going to happen, but I was still somewhat surprised by it. It had been the plan, sort of, for a couple of weeks, but when she told me her car was in the shop, and her husband had brought her into work that afternoon, I figured the whole thing was off.
LINKED BY FATE 1810 When Ellen Matthews, an executive for a large computer software company, decided to dress as a Jane Austen heroine for the Halloween party…