September 2011
4 posts
Glitter and Guts: summer →
queensandcriminalqueers:
it was secret crushes, and skinned knee sidewalks,
we had summer, shackled down like a ghost,
haunting the wide open windows of this house like a slow breeze,
I was an easy kill,
I was drunk on youth this time,
you tried to teach me how to grow willow tree,
had me, standing sapling all…
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August 2011
3 posts
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July 2011
1 post
March 2011
1 post
My name is Danny and I turn 34 today. I still don’t know who I am exactly.
I’ve been gasping for air since birth, trying to eat solids since one
and attempting to talk through gaps in my teeth since two.
At three I learned we don’t hit things
and at four I learned to read.
I have been on the verge of tears since five.
I’ve been trying to keep from saying something...
December 2010
1 post
My Dad, in 1984
I remember the presidential election between Ronald Reagan and Walter Mondale. My Pop hated Mondale. That was 1984, and I was seven. I’ll come back to that after a brief digression.
I grew up in rural Indiana. Shortly before I was born, my father, my mother, my aunt and my uncle, went in together on 120 acres of land, mostly woods, on a little jelly-bean shaped lake called Fish Lake. It...
April 2010
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March 2010
0 posts
January 2010
2 posts
December 2009
2 posts
Pretty Bow
Wish I’d recall the time and place
Where I connect the phone to your pretty face
Baby, you put somethin’ in my drink.
I want you here, and I want you now
Let’s fool around, can you show me how?
Baby, you make it all better I believe.
Phonograph wound up, got my dancin’ down
But you never showed, and it made me frown
It don’t matter anyway, I can’t...
November 2009
2 posts
October 2009
8 posts
The Grateful Dead - Ripple
Friday morning...
Blue Ridge Mountains, by Fleet Foxes
Thursday...
It’s not Friday morning yet, but I have the...
interviews and four-fingered fists
I was trekking home from my second interview for a job at a residential home for developmentally disabled men, when it occurred to me, in the biting wind around the Foster and Powell bus stop, how often I clench my fists. Sometimes out of nervousness, or anxiety. But often, when I hold back or censor myself, or don’t otherwise know what to say, my energy seems to reroute from my mouth to my...
Cat Power - New York, New York
Friday morning...
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A-Ha - Take On Me
Friday morning music that...
September 2009
19 posts
smears
I used to live in Harrisonburg, VA. I stuck around for almost four years. It was a good thing, the mountains. Celebrating my geographic relief from Indiana, I had an old Nissan truck, a lot of unleaded and my dog, Maya. I had a favorite place in the mountains off an old, unmarked logging road that the plumes of fern and mossy vegetation of the Alleghenies frame the way only they can. The...
NYTimes: Why Good Writers Can Be Bad... →
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The Cure - Just Like Heaven
Friday music that...
Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Wig in a Box
Sunday...
question:
Me: Hey Jeremy, remember that time we got really drunk, you tried to find Narnia in my refrigerator and passed out in the freezer drawer?? Jeremy: No.
August 2009
8 posts
“I had rather be shut up in a very modest cottage with my books, my family and a...”
– Thomas Jefferson