January 2011
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Lydia is Not a Hypochondriac (another story for...
Lydia took off her shoes to die. She put them back on. She took them off and hung them from her ears. She placed them on the kitchen table. She painted them. She ate breakfast. She put them on. She left for work.
Outside was warm. Milky warm and soft, pressing against her like flannel. The sky was a blue china plate, edged with bronze. The sun hesitated on the horizon. It was a showgirl behind a...
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Tides (Second Draft)
Sometime after, when all the bananas fell against a spidery kind of dark and the children walked into the sea looking for their mothers, the Man on the Moon decided his fate. He had been watching as the tides scraped at the land. He’d seen the panic, the froth of water kissing the sky as it swallowed the earth.
Sitting with his knees under his chin, he sifted the thick lunar sand through his...
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Tide (first draft for Lovelace)
Sometime after, when all the bananas fell against a spidery sky and the children walked into the sea looking for their mothers, the Man on the Moon decided his fate.
He turned his face away from his beloved. He did not kiss Her stone cheek, feel it ripen under his touch. The galaxy spun wide like fishing net over the darkness and he thought infinite then remembered how all things smack of this...
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Music
hot damn.
i just had a tiny revelation. i never like music unless i’ve had a personal moment with the music. like: i love the song Skinny Love by Bon Iver currently because my best friend and I jam out to it in the car. and i love the band Samuel Doores and the Tumble Weeds because my brother and i took a trip to Chicago to see them together and it was awesome. i love Norah Jones because my...
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