How Lost Should've ended →
The bullfrogs sound like the television
The stars hung heavy with age Off the weightless universe. With their ancient light, We made new shadows That danced on the sidewalk. But we stuffed them into our hearts And they swam through our veins. Still are. Still searching for escape. And on the occasion That one does We no longer dance but Run to a deeper dark or A brighter light Where not even the knowing stars Can...
Why can't I reply to my own posts?
Kenna, you were definitely a pretentious asshole, but we both kind of did the whole aspiring homeless thing for a day when we busked before those people on drugs decided to assault us on the street. I miss you.
I feel like everyone in the Pioneer Valley is either a farmer, an academic, a musician, a pretentious asshole, a borderline pretentious asshole, on drugs twenty four seven, or an aspiring homeless person, or any combination of of these things. I mean this in the best way possible. Right now I’m pretty sure I’m on the musician and borderline pretentious asshole track.
Love is not worth so much; I regret everything. Now on our backs in...– James Tate
So Here's The Deal
I’m no longer filling this blog with worthless shit. That sentence was definitely worthless shit. Time to go write something worth it. THIS IS NOT A POEM, I DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO RHYME.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen. I have no plans except to work and see friends. I will go to New York, I will go to DC. I will write everyday. I will read a poem everyday . I will read a bunch of novels. I will write a song. I will, I will, I will. Well, why don’t I just fucking do it? Too much of my life has been me standing still while I’ve watched things happen. I...
Alien silence hangs in twilight After long drunken nights Filled with screams and empty laughter, The screech of sirens and car horns . The air is new. I breathe it in and hope For a redemptive word that keeps The day from growing old and filled with thick nothingness. Keep the empty stillness Where dreams and realities have yet to Separate and your feet are roots In the damp ground....
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.– Theodore Roethke
My Life for the Next Week and a Half
Sunday Brunch with Nicole Finish Women’s Studies paper Write Discussion paper Outline Final Paper *Study Spanish or Physics for an hour every other hour Monday Proof read Women’s Studies and discussion papers Write half of final paper (four pages) Study Spanish or Physics for an hour every other hour Tuesday Write second half of final paper (4 more pages) Study...