October 2011
2 posts
August 2011
7 posts
real god stuff →
April 2011
9 posts
picture this….
CORDUROY BATHING SUIT,
yes?
February 2011
1 post
December 2010
4 posts
city
i see a woman walking and she has no arms. i am imagining the colour peeling off of buildings, billboards, shops, pedestrians and busses. the piles of colour melt together and create a brown-grey muck. puddles of it start flowing down yonge street and into the sewers. all that is left is white. blindingly bright white. everyones eyes are opened wide trying to drink all of it in, desperately...
whispers of the prairie
I am here watching cities rise and fall.
I nourish the lonely traveller and quench his weary children.
I am mother, I am brother.
The running river babbled to the deer, the cottontail, the gopher.
I am the dust.
“To the singing women and their husbands, who march single file with timber to the open plain. I have their bones. Those of the red births. i take peace, say nothing and just...
September 2010
2 posts
August 2010
1 post
July 2010
4 posts
past.
you are beautiful to me, just like a typewriter and the planet earth.
do you remember how long 15 minutes used to seem, during recess in grade three? its sad how time shortens as you grow older.
intrepid shapiro
i tried to be fresh. i wanted to be new for you. we all have eyes. we all have ears.
writing this made me feel calm.
there is something terrifying and also intriguing about being in a room full of sleeping people. i listen to all of the patterns in the breathing bodies. my eyes, now adjusted to the darkness see the soft silhouettes of round bellies that rise and fall like an orchestra of movement. something inside me burns, wanting to know if anyone else is awake. the burning subsides as i try to think of what...
June 2010
5 posts
“Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you...”
– radiohead
someone please tell me, who decides what is beautiful
time, less
april 5th, it is a sunday.
we have decided to become thin, slim bodies. who knows why. and even so i suppose we will never be satisfied with the way we look. the sun is really shining today and i am resting with a happy smile on my face. he won’t talk to me much. i think it may be because of the way i said goodbye to him last night.
that was when i made dinner for my family. very tasty.
...
the only good part was the weather
it feels like someone has pulled you up, out of the ground you know so well. and they will throw you into the air. all of your roots broken and left in the soil. swim through the air and search for your own space. replant yourself somewhere new. eventually you will get there, sprout new roots and grow. they will shoot deep and intertwine with others. you are a beautiful flower just looking for a...
May 2010
32 posts
idea
i just woke up from a beautiful dream and now i want to write small romantic things on fancy paper or use all of my small findings to fold up in packing tape and then file them all in tiny cardboard boxes.
“I do believe you’re free, to go just where you please
But when you leave...”
– joel plaskett
“no breadcrumb trail to follow through your days”
– the weepies
“while kneeling in front of the electric doors at Safeway, demanding other...”
– douglas coupland
