I am so happy I re-found this. It might not look like it right now, but I assure you it makes my heart happy.

This was from a weekend I had gone home to celebrate my dad’s 42nd birthday in 2006. We all had had a few (ha! ‘few’) drinks and decided to play with some fireworks in the back yard - as you do. The happiest bunch of lunatics you could ( Read more... )

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The bad poet tries to fill a hole inside herself.
That’s what her large cottony words
are for, but the pink strands melt
in a hot mouth

and she can’t round the square ideas
hard fixed to quatrains, stairstepped
arcs of emotion, coglike grinding
the moment of creation to dust.

The thought is too simple,
but the thought is tangled
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Earlier today I tried to come up with a perfect analogy for my life right now. The best I could come up with was “…these past few months were like one big balloon letting out its air slowly…” You know, with the pbbbbbbbllllllttttttttthissssssssssss and all. Funny.

I’ve avoided this blog post for a long time now because it’s dark and it’s wide ( Read more... )

Earlier today I tried to come up with a perfect analogy for my life right now. The best I could come up with was “…these past few months were like one big balloon letting out its air slowly…” You know, with the pbbbbbbbllllllttttttttthissssssssssss and all. Funny.

I’ve avoided this blog post for a long time now because it’s dark and it’s wide ( Read more... )