I was only trying to be nice. His name was Chuck. There wasn’t any room in the other room for him to sleep. I was only trying to be nice. I led him into my building. Down the hall. Showed him the bathroom. Gave him a pillow on the floor. Got into bed with my clothes on. I was trying to be nice. I can’t fit on this floor, he said, I just ( Read more... )

I’d be a master faller, if there were such a thing. It was a drill I perfected in hockey practice, above all other skills we needed to learn. I’ve been falling all my life. I fell on my bike going down a hill and hit my pelvic bone on the top tube, ran in clutching my crotch to exclaim that My Ball Were Broken. I fell in a gravel lot in New ( Read more... )

I turned 16 at Tramps, a club in Chelsea, NYC. I’d managed a backstage pass to interview and photograph L.E.S. Stitches, a favorite band of mine at the time, at a show they played with the Bouncing Souls and Youth Brigade. My mentor came with me, the platonic and motherly first love of my life, and stood in the back by the bar while I plowed ( Read more... )

Like most things, I found out about Anita's death on Myspace. I was upstairs in my little annex space in the attic of the Cuntree Club, in Brookline, Massachusetts, obsessing over boy-messages and any possible innuendo, hoping to hear from that dreamboat across the city. Modern Machines were finishing their downstairs, an emergency anti-show set ( Read more... )

Im participating in the fun a day project!!!!

Starting January 1st pick a project and do it every day for the month. It doesn't have to be hard, but it should be something to motivate you to stay creative, social, and stoked during the cold turn of the new year ( Read more... )

I don't know when I wrote this but it was saved as something I didn't get to post, and it isn't finished but fiured I should post it in order to get it over with. I will start posting again afterwards ( Read more... )

So I still have no internet at the new house, which is why there are no blog entries. It's been getting better. We are trying to communicate and of course love perseveres. It's hard living in a place that doesn't feel like my own, but doesn't feel like I am a visitor, though. I have expressed my feelings of being the maid of the house and it ( Read more... )

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Yeah so I know it's been a long time. I don't even really have the excuse that I've been updating my other blogs, because I haven't. I don't remember where I left off but I'm sure it was a fucking long time ago. I'll start with as far back as I remember ( Read more... )

so i had a busy week today. tuesday i gave a theory/critical presentation on poet claudia emerson for my poetry workshop class, thursday i gave a theory presentation on jorges luis borges, today i taught an intro to creative writing class, had a poetic theory class (or sorts) with claudia emerson, and later tonight she is doing a reading for which ( Read more... )