i went for a run ( Read more... )

In this past year I have found, among others ( Read more... )

I dreamt I was a beat poet last night. I was wearing sandals and my father's old pants, my mother's jaunty, faded hat. I ran into Allen Ginsberg in a bar. He was smoking cigarettes two at a time, a pen in his hand. His napkin was covered in grease and so many words. He put his hand on my arm and his fingertips were blue with ink ( Read more... )

We took the train to Paris. Everything we owned in two canvas duffels and our feet slung up carelessly on the seats. We didn't know where we were going, only that it was time to leave where we'd been before. I had €72.51 and lyrics from a French song and you had army boots and the sun hidden in your laughter. When we stepped out of the station ( Read more... )

I got lost in the twisting back alleyways of Venice last month. Took a wrong turn and ended up in a walled courtyard garden whose old stone skin had come alive with flowering vines. Fog rolled off the sea and they gave me coffee in a cracked china cup.

It's cold where I am today.

I'm only being a hipster ironically.

I learned three words of Bulgarian today.

1. i

2. love

3. sofa