Thursday, November 20, 2014

Personal Lies and Mythologies

Lie: If I eat soup for all of my meals, I'll be taking care of all my hydration needs.
Truth: No, it is still important to drink water.

Lie: It's not going to rain.
Truth: It is going to rain.

Lie: I'll remember that.
Truth: Write it down.

Lie: No one will notice the hole in my pants.
Truth: It doesn't matter if they notice or not, you're still going to act weird about it.

To be continued...

Friday, October 31, 2014

now is a time when fortune can be told anywhere you need it to be. a book, the line at the grocery store, a song on the radio. the whole world is talking.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Lydia Davis, Eileen Myles, Dorothy Parker, Amy Hempel. I'm harboring some very serious literary crushes right now.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Monday, June 30, 2014

Extraordinary Geraniums by Henri Cole

Eating a sugar sandwich, I sit at the kitchen table
admiring the geraniums outside the window,
their big heads as American as Martha Washington.
I grew them from seeds and now the leaves are frilly like genitalia.
After so many sunrises together, they almost have faces
with puffed out mouths and throats, and when night falls,
they mix glamour with the gutter, like Paris or Rome,
but in the morning, they're themselves again, as birds hover
in the distance --hunting on the wind, using their tails to equilibrate,
pushing their shoulders forward and back to rise and fall.
I love this backstroking, or up stroking,
which the sparrows use, too, when they fly right in front of my car.
Lately, my vision has been greying a little at the edges,
but these geraniums with their fragrant leaves
and this gritty sugar sandwich make me feel my whole body
and my whole mind superimposed at once.
It's the opposite of self-obliteration.
If I think Where am I? I immediately feel I am here!

Friday, March 21, 2014

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

I know it's midnight and that I should live in the moment and live for the present, but I cannot wait for Queer Rock Camp and summertime, and trying to be a little more carefree.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Sunday, January 5, 2014

packing to move away

letters from ex-lovers
unfinished tarot deck
wooden dollars for the grocery outlet
a million OFS passes
newspaper clipping of Ollie and me, age 9
beautiful scraps of paper
a sea of tampons and pennies

I can't organize a single thing