Tuesday, October 10th, 2017
Deep blues, and reds,
And pastel shades of gray and tan
Are the colours that line Meeker Street
Monday, September 25th, 2017
Flesh and bones, I wear you like an overcoat.
Flesh and bones, you carry me around
like a favorite toy.
Tuesday, July 25th, 2017
The cool, heavy sun is mute: Apollo's
giddy, radiant youth
now past and gone.
The sky is cloudy. Daisy's
you need to be somewhere
in an hour or two,
Wednesday, July 19th, 2017
Myriad the threads of sound, distinct, which woven together undergird
the forest's deep, majestic Silence-- the wind, the trickling water,
birds... distant traffic... angry fat guy yelling at his girlfriend on the
Monday, July 10th, 2017
Insurance is a murrain, insurance
blunteth the needle in the maid’s hand
and stoppeth the spinner’s cunning. Pietro Lombardo
came not by insurance
Duccio came not by insurance
nor Pier della Francesca; Zuan Bellin’ not by insurance
nor was ‘La Calunnia’ painted.
Saturday, July 8th, 2017
Saturday, June 24th, 2017
Boolean intimacy/ cold equations/ of true love and betrayal, heartbreak/ and satisfaction
Tuesday, June 13th, 2017
Saturday, May 27th, 2017
Look what was in the mail!
Heading in to the city this afternoon to find a nice cafe and do some serious reading...
Sunday, April 16th, 2017
se debe leer en un idioma que no sea el propio
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