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- When in doubt, Helvetica.
- Go zen or go home.
- Being odd is auspicious.
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24 – dream things
February 24, 2010 - 6:11 pm
Tags: prolix
Posted in Cheaper Than A Moleskine | No comments
The rinsing through of passing years
puts a fair amount of
stretch and fade
in to the spaces between mistakes.
Just three more minutes
on this cycle
and you will never have happened.… Continue reading
17 – between memories
February 14, 2010 - 11:32 pm
Tags: journal, prolix, sg33k, the year of thinking recklessly
Posted in The Zephyr and I | 2 comments
7 – between memories
January 8, 2010 - 12:38 am
Tags: journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
Posted in Electric Spaghetti | No comments
If we do not write, we will forget and be forgotten.
[I'm reminded of my late maternal grandfather who would keep rectangles of cardboard torn from cigarette cartons in his pocket and use them… Continue reading
6 – dream things
January 7, 2010 - 11:37 am
Tags: prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
Posted in The Zephyr and I | 1 comment
Have you ever seen
the girl who can cry confetti?
Every shake of her head
scatters the celebrations
from her lachrymals
She wants to baptize you
In paper rainbows.
It’s freaky, I… Continue reading
5 – between memories
January 5, 2010 - 11:02 pm
Tags: journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
Posted in Electric Spaghetti | 5 comments
Food, friends, family; A full house makes for a big home.… Continue reading
4 – between memories
January 4, 2010 - 11:51 pm
Tags: florence 2007, journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly, tripping
Posted in The Zephyr and I | 5 comments
While walking through the renaissance in Florence, I found the Madonna on the floor With chalky tears from the hand of an Asian master. I dodged the dervishes; shroud swirling Senegalese. Fong kong penny prada…… Continue reading
3 – completion made manifest
January 3, 2010 - 5:47 pm
Tags: journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
Posted in The Zephyr and I | 7 comments
Our love comes down to bread, milk and bananas.
The staff of life,
The stuff of bones,
The stomach-cramping fruit, his favourite whole,
I can only eat them baked, cooked or blended.
Our love comes… Continue reading
2 – between memories
January 2, 2010 - 5:39 pm
Tags: journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
Posted in The Zephyr and I | 2 comments
I don’t trust clowns. Ever since one stole from me. I was ten and he was shorter than me. He asked for a kiss just on the cheek and I felt stupid bending my knees… Continue reading
1 – promises
January 1, 2010 - 5:38 pm
Tags: journal, prolix, the year of thinking recklessly
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Mummy asked about you Daddy, Asked me why I didn’ write, It’s not that you’re out of mind Daddy, Just the words were not in sight.
I didn’ forget you Daddy, Wasn’ that I didn’t… Continue reading
And after, an overwritten rooster
November 22, 2009 - 6:52 am
Tags: journal, prolix, take-a-walk-through-my-world-a-little-monarchy-in-my-he
Posted in Cheaper Than A Moleskine, Electric Spaghetti | 8 comments
At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away.
She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly.
But there was this one note.… Continue reading
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September 14, 2009 - 12:01 pm
i like the last one