March 2012
8 posts
February 2012
51 posts
Beirut – Santa Fe →
Joseph Lease
These Are a Few of My Favorite Things
It’s a pretty light, you know. The way anyone leans forward. Leans forward just enough. There’s a dream in the rain. A good dream. When I can’t sleep I am angels and idiots. They’re running around. They’re in a Shakespeare play. It’s the longest night of the year. The light is light gray. They’re dancing...
"Nestle, for love " Laura Carter
You are holy sacred center of me without a slick as long as there is a sun One thinks that one knows a revelation
As long as these incomplete memories and foolings yes I come to the end of the road seek you and what is only you have seen nothing and yet loved...
“Buffalo Bill’s
defunct
who used to
ride a...”
– e.e. cummings
“because it’s
Spring
thingS
dare to do people
(& not
the other...”
– e e cummings
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been...”
– Charles Bukowski (via brunetteattack)
“Lovers alone wear sunlight.”
– E.E. Cummings
unexplainable b&w photos →
birds in a sweater, sweat- together. →
“I’m against poems that don’t have the decency to look me in the eye...”
– Rob MacDonald, poet
American [Try saying wren]
Try saying wren. It’s midnight in my body, 4 a.m. in my body, breading and olives and cherries. Wait, it’s all rotten. How am I ever. Oh notebook. A clown explains the war. What start or color or kind of grace. I have to teach. I have to run, eat less junk. Oh CNN. What start or color. There’s a fist of meat in my solar plexus and green light in my mouth and little chips of dream flake off my...