I feel frozen ( Read more... )

* My sister Ellie left Philadelphia and moved to Providence, Rhode Island to live with her boyfriend Nick ( Read more... )

It's mother's day ( Read more... )

Less to say, more to think. The days falling by and I almost don't care what anyone's doing, except when I do, in a rush, on a Friday probably in the afternoon when I'm beyond burnt out on a week of school and work and everything else. Over excitement over takes. Then a night gone, trashed, blown out, wearing tights and heels maybe, towering over ( Read more... )

I like sleeping; it improves my mood ( Read more... )

Ingmar Bergman is dead. So is Trevor Butler. My sister moved to Philly Saturday, and Mickey's mom and her new husband Sammy were visiting. Ruth, Amanda, Sue, and the Brysons were in Maryland. Their boyfriends were out drinking. It was Gillian's 29th birthday. She seemed disillusioned. I feel the same way ( Read more... )

on the street today who reminded me of Jenelle. Like she could have been her younger sister, maybe. I was riding my bike down 15th Street near the expressway and she was crossing the street with somebody walking towards me. She had long legs, long feathered dark hair and a big smile. She was laughing and I saw she had these awesome teeth and she ( Read more... )

I've become obsessed with the tiny parts of plants. Particularly in nodes of transition, where leaves and petals uncurl from pods and stalks. They come so perfectly, insistently, and in miniature of their future selves. Like embryos before me. I imagine the cut halves of an onion, the slender green shoots which emerge from their centers, formed as ( Read more... )

I know it sounds trite, maybe, or maybe not, but when I was fourteen reading Kurt Vonnegut novels changed my life. They were lovely and precious and funny and deeply META in a way I connected to profoundly. There are a lot of other people who feel the same way, I know it. To me his books captured without compare the everyday majestic tension, ( Read more... )

Me, reunited with my camera, a string of drunken handoffs. Good intentions bearing fruit. On hiatus ( Read more... )