December 2011
4 posts
Gospel Salt: By Andrea Gibson
Sanity is not/ running from the window/ when the lighting comes./ It’s turning the thunder into grace,/ knowing sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute./ Sometimes it’s the place/ where the music comes through.
September 2011
1 post
July 2011
1 post
You Are Tired (I Think)
-e.e. cummings
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.
Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away (Only you and I, understand!)
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and Just tired. So am I.
But I come with a dream in my...
May 2011
7 posts
Nightclub By: Billy Collins You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up in songs and poems. There seems to be no room for variation. I have never heard anyone sing I am so beautiful and you are a fool to be in love with me, even though this notion has surely crossed the minds of women and men alike. You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool is...
World-Elephant: re: dog - parts 28 and 56 →
world-elephant:
Dog is afraid of insects with white whirlybird wings. When they land and twirl on the patio, he makes some kind of excuse like, Well, it’s time to go in ‘cause the house is gettin’ lonely. Dog made zucchini muffins out of two dozen zucchinis he took out of the Whole Foods dumpster in shadowy…
“Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still...”
March 2011
5 posts
Vertigo
by Anne Stevenson
Mind led body
to the edge of the precipice.
They stared in desire
at the naked abyss.
If you love me, said mind,
take that step into silence.
If you love me, said body,
turn and exist.
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like...
World-Elephant: as wild as gods →
world-elephant:
I once loved a girl who ate nothing but nectarines, and she was taller than me by four inches and so much prettier, too.
Across a bed we never made, we became the same, sad-eyed creature. He revealed all my greatest flaws, and I cracked open his vaults, like poor birdcages. Our hands learned to…
December 2010
6 posts
Listen
November 2010
10 posts
literarycollective:
He called her out on how little she knew about shooting stars.
She liked that.
““Eliza–” I said, “so many of the books I’ve read to you said that love was the...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she...”
– Slaughterhouse-Five
Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
-Guy de Maupassant
October 2010
6 posts
September 2010
16 posts
“Jeff is thinking about his brother down the winding road be-
hind him. He is...”
