February 2011
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there are excuses we whisper to the patterns in the ceiling when we try to ascertain our paths—trajectories that weave lines across freeways, coastlines, backsides. we look for patterns in the constellations but they offer no avail. here we are now, dead-set in the middle of a reoccurring dream, child in tow, pressing forth despite the dissolution of images. it looks nothing like we thought...
January 2011
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Good Girl Kim Addonizio
Look at you, sitting there being good. After two years you’re still dying for a cigarette. And not drinking on weekdays, who thought that one up? Don’t you want to run to the corner right now for a fifth of vodka and have it with cranberry juice and a nice lemon slice, wouldn’t the backyard that you’re so sick of staring out into look better then, the tidy yard your...
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desolation
the devil licked the salt wounds
clean off the map, pursed chapped lips
to the throat of the ancients
and from sallow skin birthed
a hollow sound from the
empty chest of doubt, and
in your face, or rather,
because of your face,
civilizations lay ruined
and ragged in the wake. i may not
believe in love but
i believe in the sorry mess
of centuries past, the grandeur
of the...
my good friend/sometime collaborator chris...
