1970

Ralph Arlyck: In two years, do you think you'll be different from the way you are now? 
Sean Farrell: A lot different, 'cos I won't suck my thumb. 

eating strawberries and sipping molotov cocktails on the day of the rapture

the cashier at trader joe's said if he was the only one who survived, he'd get stoned and ride his skateboard on the highway.

too much too much too much love

remember the time i threw up because i was at once in the presence of the poet laureate of the united states and the poet laureate of my heart

the day it drizzled

last night i had a dream that my grandpa was crying blood. driving up vermont today, i saw a woman drop her baby on the sidewalk, but it was only a sweatshirt (which i could tell because it didn't make a sound). one of the girls behind me at this no-longer-homeless-friendly coffee shop is saying, i've always wanted to kiss a black man, but i don't want to be the white slut he brags about to all his friends, ha ha ha. the soundtrack is fleet foxes fleet foxes (2008), and outside there's wind in the cigarette smoke and a girl with a broken arm.

the magnificent journey of the quakenbushes in search of a forever home

the happy hunting grounds of mr. and mrs. quakenbush

autobiography

Mimosa pudica (from Latin: pudica "shy, bashful or shrinking"; also called Sensitive Plant), is a creeping annual or perennial herb often grown for its curiosity value: the compound leaves fold inward and droop when touched or shaken, re-opening minutes later. In Tamil, it is called Thotta-siningi (cry-baby). In Myanmar (Burma) it is called Hti Ka Yoan which means "crumbles when touched".

making wishes

soundtrack2mylife

here where the ambulances howl like dogs

this balloon followed me through the ralph's parking lot, got himself tangled in the seam of white lightning's back door, and begged me to take him home

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he stuck his head out the window all the way down 7th street

the neighbors are doing the best they can

sometimes you're just lucky to be twenty-four years old and have a mother who will still grind up your pills for you

i talk to strangers

yesterday, i gave my phone number to a nice-seeming young man at (this) cvs:

my response to his barrage of texts and calls (which i felt so bad about sending that i used an emoticon):

his response to my response to his barrage of texts and calls:

all this because i couldn't find where they kept the toothpicks, and you simply can't make a toothpick ferris wheel with a bottle of elmer's glue and no toothpicks. 

dispatches from the bleakend

great weekends in history: spacefest 2009. 

May 2nd

Sestina (circa 2007)

words, wine, Palio, belfry, pigeons, horses

teddie died that summer