the best cereals came in bowls shaped like fat little steamer boats - weathered and worn from floating in sinks and being banged on countertops in the morning rush - deep enough to keep in all the blue red orange green floating O's - and pictures painted along the inside like secrets impatiently waiting to be uncovered and told. sometimes on days ( Read more... )

it's been almost 7 weeks and 5 days since he left us. i remember they asked me to make promises i couldn't keep and i didn't but it didn't matter because his eyes met me with no resistance or pain or disappointment. i remember he came to me in dreams before he left. i remember the things he said when i wasn't there and the things i couldn't say ( Read more... )

secret journals are like this: you write it but often you never go back to read it. because you usually intentionally forget where you put it. if you put it down on paper, inside of a box, seal it up and send it into internet oblivion or just into the dark monster-ridden recesses of your closet, maybe then you can get it out of you head. it's a ( Read more... )

my skull is real. well not the skull inside my head. although that's real too. but the skull i brought home from the a/v window yesterday in a plastic blue box was a once real live person's now dead skull. once upon a time that skull housed one of a kind thoughts, more memories than a digital camera, every range of emotions, gagillions of stories, ( Read more... )

dear lj ( Read more... )

May 1st: A Day without an Immigrant. Don't forget ( Read more... )

so i started this entry here because i was contemplating switching over to livejournal but then i couldn't write in the livejournal box cuz it's huge and it made me feel woogly inside but then since i started here i felt the need to finish by posting it here as well as xanga. which is weird cuz the same people subscribed to this are already ( Read more... )

"i have found the paradox that if i love until it hurts, there is no hurt but only more love." - mother teresa