There are so many other things I should be doing right now, but sometimes you get struck by something and everything else falls away ( Read more... )

I love my new apartment, but I still don't sleep much. I had this feeling that moving, having space for my energy to expand and breathe, would somehow stop the raging insomnia that hit me in my middle twenties and won't let up ( Read more... )

Honey? I'm thinking of all the people I've jilted meanly, and the ones who've dumped me. My pockets are full of old bills and tickets and my heart is busting with love.
--Deborah Levy, "The B-File"
Honey, I'm thinking of you, but I'm also thinking of the windows down in a minivan and a child who is less and less a child every day. I'm thinking ( Read more... )

I still have a little ache inside me for you, you know. Maybe it's for you, or maybe it's for the you I thought you were. Then again, it might be for your sister, or the last girl I kissed for real, or that punk on the train with the blue hair. It might be for any number of women with accents-- British, Aussie, Kiwi, or deep American south. ( Read more... )

My fever broke yesterday. It had been a year ( Read more... )

Yesterday, KT and I were walking home from the train in the pouring rain ( Read more... )

I woke up late today. 7:30. I need to leave by 7:45 or I feel too rushed ( Read more... )

Last night was full of poetic irony and those moments that remind me why I like to suffer-- because it means I get to feel alive ( Read more... )