It was that even if we
never took that canoe ride
and when you did I shouted
to you across the lake about dinner or
something.
And I could hear your oar in the water, breaking
it and your face looking up as I called
to you and you didn’t need to tell me about
the oar
or the sky above you and how [...]
Archive for February, 2009
A poem for Ellen.
Posted in favorites, poetry, tagged canoe, clouds, dinner, ellen, lake, oar, pink on February 27, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Paris English Bookshops.
Posted in places, tagged abbey bookshop, books, haiku, hemingway, maple syrup, paris, shakespeare and company on February 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
There is a blog I enjoy reading that is a good reminder of why it is good to be young, crafty, organic, and in love, that recently did a post directed at people who, well, I’ll just say for people who describe old bookshops as dangerous.
So here in Paris, there are some essential ex-pat stops. [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots on February 25, 2009 | 1 Comment »
All you need is love.
… and olives.
… and whisky.
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As a kid, I used to hate calling my uncle when I was at my Grandma’s house. She had a rotary phone and he had three zeros in his number.
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This is my room for yoga for the week…
10 Cent Eras.
Posted in short shorts, tagged bread, bus, era, French, postage stamps, relfection, sunday on February 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I won’t say he belabored the point but he belabored the point. “It’s a tragedy,” he kept saying.”
“I really don’t think it is,” I said.
“No seriously, it’s one of those things that marks the end of an era. We are now in the over-three-dollars-for-a-loaf-of-bread era. Just like remember the time of thirty-two cent postage stamps?”
“Those [...]
Nineteen hour straight shot.
Posted in places, short shorts, tagged car, chicago, Columbus, Coney Island, diner, forest, New York, pennsylvania, pocono, Thai food on February 23, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I worked myself to dark circles for half a year before seeing Pennsylvania road after Pennsylvania road up and over the Poconos slight moonlight reflecting off Sunday’s snow and onward, onward icy road and neon signs saying how many miles to wherever and wherever after. We stopped for toilets and coffee and asked the waitress [...]
a palindromel film à la dada.
Posted in short shorts on February 20, 2009 | 2 Comments »
fresh water.
Posted in places, tagged chicago, cricket, lakes, michigan on February 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I spent my childhood with 80% of my being consisting of the lakes of Michigan. They bathed me, satiated my thirst, steamed my vegetables, and it was on their banks that I found my first horizon.
I am their quiet lapsing…
… their lively surfaces…
… their shifting shapes and colors…
Chicago flows out of me and into me [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged bleach, car, expiration, lightning, lucid dream, sophomore, sweet 16, tree on February 18, 2009 | 3 Comments »
My friend Matilda was given a car for her 16th birthday. It sat in the driveway with a ribbon on it and that night, after the surprise, after the tearful thank yous, near two a.m. or so, a storm came. Lighting hit the 16 year-old tree the father had planted the day Matilda was born. [...]
Roommates.
Posted in poetry, tagged chant, gregorian chant, morning after, roommates, saturday, sunday on February 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Ben says that it’s because
there is no one to wake you
up after two hours of sleep to a
shot of whisky to catch
the Gregorian chant early Sunday mornings.
Nathan says it’s because
there is no one to wake you
up bouncing on your bed
in their underwear at
three a.m.
just to read you a poem.
Jules says it’s because you can’t [...]
Springtime : A How to Guide in One Photo
Posted in places, tagged breathe, New York, springtime, window on February 16, 2009 | 1 Comment »
As the days get longer and the sun peeks out more every day, as socks get thinner and sleeves get shorter, my head goes to last spring in New York. This was the view from my bed out my window as the smell of warmer air snuck in and i began to breathe deeper for [...]
