have a guitar, I will learn to play it ( Read more... )

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in search of something cold

1.
Chicago 
Is a city built
from the flames
and blood lines 
of men

It's children are pounding
against brick and iron 
bars
arms bent around Red 
Line transit metal
--eyes rolling backwards
towards the porcelain arms of Sears Tower
held above her head in panic and promise--
“Send help”

Chicago 
Is a city where things begin to rot
Faces ( Read more... )

 This class is the worst. It's 8:21 on Wednesday and we've already allowed the short stories (or um, the Great American Essays) of Hemingway, Nabokov, and Bellow to take up 2 hours of class. Not that they shouldn't. But nothing can fill enough time in this fucking class with this fucking professor. I spent break returning library books that are two ( Read more... )

 So much writing. None to share yet. But things are fun and promising. Too much to say. Haven't been on here in months. Life keeps going. Some days, I feel tall and empty and ready. Others I feel like a fist. Today is one of those days. 
But here's Erin Belieu. A genius, a master. 
I had my first meeting with my thesis-guru professor guy (this ( Read more... )

....unless we learn to fill our ballots out correctly" (12/17/2000)

In my bed! this is exciting....haven't slept here since november. i have an electric blanket, a mouth guard (i'm a teeth grinder?) and a new belief that I can smoke ciggs in here. shhhhh..

The window is open and I can't tell if the moans outside are from the rainbow kids of the ( Read more... )

this is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown....

My day was quiet. The rain puttered in, and out; the sky was five colors. It felt like home.

We went to Santa Rosa on shift. It was rainy and our Sonoma State event kicked us off campus, so I stayed on Petaluma Hill Road all the way to downtown, and the mall where we ran into too many high ( Read more... )