I know where you live. This afternoon we were there in your living room. You offered me a drink and I glanced over the bottles; scotch, bourbon, gin. (Coffee?) Liquor required far too little preparations, and much time was needed. Time to admire the interior from behind the kitchen island. I imagined you standing there in the morning, not yet ( Read more... )

A few pages in, I leaned back deeper into my chair. From between the pages dropped the edge of a photo I'd forgotten I'd kept. The self-portrait he had taken in the old photobooth on Marienburger Str. He looked tanned though it had been October. His beard perfectly trimmed. He was very handsome then. The booth was gone when I had returned a year ( Read more... )

7.22 - Boston Phoenix "MP3 of the Week" - Sea Blood ( Read more... )

New england's lots of boring towns it isn't long 'fore that itch comes back around ( Read more... )

 
ghost town, haunts me no more.

LA --> North Africa --> Berlin --> California Living 
Making big big plans, and only slightly afraid, but mostly bursting at the thought of it all. 

 
when I'm feeling it, when I'm down and out.

post-everything depression. am i still "running towards"? who am i kidding i'm not running at all. but i should, and I think if I don't get out of this town soon my head is going to explode. There's not a single thing left for me here. 

Glide along the waters edge, I'd fall and skin my knee in the sand and in my defeat resorted to saving the creatures washed ashore. Forget all this foolishness so that we can be friends again this time next year, if we can wait. You looked on and smiled, and how I wished to keep your forever there at the water's edge. This little earth of mine goes ( Read more... )

Count the miles down to the end of the world, leaving behind where we'd once inhabited to an all new and unfamiliar place. I'd watch the sand pile up on the sides of the road like sitting at the bottom of an hourglass, until my intrepid was buried between the dunes and I knew I'd soon be at your door. Those nights spent in perfect bliss, but ( Read more... )

Can you hear the train, francis ( Read more... )

 everything changes

Curled up like this in stillness, drawn in tight like my last breath. Was it I who left? Where does it all go? (wet from head to toe) where did it all go? (sweat from head to toe) That man's been standing there ominous, that man's standing's there all statuesque. where does it all go? Waiting to find out what is left. Where did ( Read more... )