(10/365): Landscapes, or maybe escapes, or even cityscapes, or suburbscapes. I used to be picky, now I’m enthralled.
April 5, 2014 7:14 A.M.
This is amazing! This heat pouring
out of here. I gear them up around to
circulate. Mash my face against
them. My vents are like manicurists now.
I hang onto them like cliff ledges.
April 3, 2014 12:42 A.M.
It’s this red that keeps looking at me.
From trucks to sweaters and now,
this freaky gumdrop under the table
at the Laundromat….it’s like it knows.
(9/365): There is just something non-existent about a dark morning. Something otherworldly. Dare I say cool?
(8/365): In lifting, riding, unhinging, and drinking, we are together. And we are all in the same world at the same time and the best moments are when our paths cross.
2/3/14 10:25 A.M.
You know how when you’ve had a
bad dream and your eyes just blast
open as if your body is doing you a
mercy by wresting you from sleep? Well,
lately I have been walking around or
sitting in class and my eyes just slam
shut, as if my body was trying to save me.
Never, though, is it in response to what I
see, but always what I remember. Maybe
my body is suggesting that I go to sleep.
Just dream. Don’t accept, don’t recall,
crawl from the vault, and rest in the