the eerieness
the fragility and solidity
of the thick clouds at night

from above
with the moon full on high

and glimpses of turbulent ocean beneath

city lights here and there
literal and figurative islands in the darkness ( Read more... )

I broke the lid ( Read more... )

Have you ever met someone who just gets what they want? Not in a bad way-at least, not at first. Such a personality, such a force of nature, that all people and all events and all roads bend to their ways, to their will. The seas part before them. It’s enchanting, even inspiring. And they never abuse it-it’s barely possible even to imagine. Their ( Read more... )

I run into you on the street and say ( Read more... )

( Bleak America )

I miss you most in winter; I don't know why. Perhaps because it was in winter that I first truly felt your absence. While it was warm and sunny I could pretend you were simply away--we were both so busy adventuring in the sunshine that it was not difficult to believe you would be back. But soon it became clear that you had flown south with the ( Read more... )

I can't take cigarettes as they are anymore, just little tubes of paper and plant, innocent white sticks between thick clumsy fingers. Cigarettes have too much attached to them now, too many caveats and addendums dangling in the ash on their tips, too many anecdotes wound up in the curls of smoke that wind into everyone's hair as we stand around ( Read more... )

Minneapolis-Angles, grey shrapnel poking into the sky-curtain. Large cities are lonely places. All the people rush by zip-zip-zip like they aren't touching the ground and you are standing stunned in a crosswalk. Glass alleys reach tall and make you feel small, sidewalks pull your feet down into mud and mire. Everyone sees through you; not into ( Read more... )

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Waiting: I spend half my life waiting. Usually it is in badly-lit bus stations made of cold concrete, though sometimes it is in line at a grocery store or bank. Waiting gnaws away at me. Sometimes I am waiting for people--more often I am waiting for things...events, I mean. I'm waiting to finish, to begin, waiting to find out or to break news ( Read more... )