January 2012
10 posts
“At the center of Christian devotion is not a revealed doctrine, a religious...”
– Ben Myers
Me: It's interim! Anything goes!
Andrew: You say that no matter what.
new blog! →
Life's Jules: Your Life through a Lens →
I’m doing this too! http://2012instagrams.tumblr.com/
lifesjules:
I was recently inspired by my future sister-in-law by something called project 365. This is where you take a picture of something every single day for a year. A daily year long photo album. It can be the highlight of your day, or just something that happened, or something that inspires you. There…
December 2011
15 posts
You might hate me for saying this but
Oh meg, it’s my birthday and I just watched Friends with Benefits. with my parents. yes. So don’t feel bad.
meginda:
vacation just makes me feel bored. and guilty. and boring.
ice cream and tv in bed? is this really the best i can do?
shit.
“Oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke...”
– Frank O’Hara (via lunasaudade)
i have this underlined in a book of poems about new york city. ugh so goooood.
I can do without the rest of this
I’ll savor that initial buzz
It’s been burning since you got here
And though I swore it was your thumb
That grazed the metal, rounded corner
And then my cheekbones
Still they can smell it on me (in my hair)
So I guess we are both to blame.
Topographical
After ten years on a cul-de-sac,
you can’t remember the taste of black-eyed peas and grits.
.
Don’t drop me by the front door.
I don’t know the name for silos.
If I spoke a different language,
my words would have less sharp corners.
.
I’m the only one in New York who doesn’t know what it feels like to be
Over-saturated.
The big apple packaging is not intended to make it look safe.
But...
my christmas playlist :)
O Come O Come Emmanuel- The Civil Wars
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing-Sufjan Stevens
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas-James Taylor
All That I Want-The Weepies
It’s Christmas So We’ll Stop-Frightened Rabbit
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear-Stickman Jones
Christmas Lights-Coldplay
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays- *NSYNC
Ho Ho Hopefully-The Maine
Baby, It’s Cold...
this is easy
November 2011
15 posts
Spring Cleaning (a sonnet)
We stack our excuses like dirty dishes,
Ceramic clangs of “maybe” and “who knows?”
Scatter hints like books and coats on the floor:
Woolen black fabric rolling in dog hair.
Our carpet stained from late night ice cream:
Chocolate syrup running down our spoons.
Black ink words that we read to each other:
They replace the truths clogged in our throats.
And yet I know that I still love you,
As we...
i am blessed: 5 Fantasy Exit Strategies →
number 1. please
iamblessed:
1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute to Manhattan during the week and put in hours at a menial publishing job. Drive home to New Jersey on weekends to swim in the pool and cry to your mother. Smoke Gauloises on the fire escape. Let yellowing issues of…
We saw the swan in a swamp.
In himself a contradiction.
The graceful “S” of his neck woven into
the gnarled roots and vines,
the startling white breaking through the brown and green.
Peculiar to himself, as distinct as can be.
We watched for a while,
entranced.
.
An otter swam by,
and managed to entice my eye.
Carried away by an impulse, I watched.
Unobserved, the swan went on his...
Letzt Ziga’rette, Letzt Kuss
O friends, tonight the air is too thick: Let’s say goodbye to our cigarettes
Let’s unwrap them, crackle and strew, gold virgin shreds on a saucer: Bonfire
When your lover smiles at another, ladies and gentlemen, set your own smile on fire
And find a new lover, quick! Or you will be smoking again, I know you
A red bird flew into my mouth and sang this song in flicks of flame: Last...
When we’re older, can i still come over?
kiss of the sun
If, as they say, poetry is a sign of something among people, then let this be prearranged now, between us, while we are still peoples: that at the end of time, which is also the end of poetry (and wheat and evil and insects and love), when the entire human race gathers in the flesh, reconstituted down to the infant’s tiniest fold and littlest nail, I will be standing at the edge of that...
Jordan (2)
When first my lines of heavenly joys made mention,
Such was their lustre, they did so excel,
That I sought out quaint words and trim invention;
My thoughts began to burnish, sprout, and swell,
Curling with metaphors a plain intention,
Decking the sense, as if it were to sell.
.
Thousands of notions in my brain did run,
Off’ring their service, if I were not sped:
I...
when parents text
Mom: Abby is having fifteen friends over for a movie tonight.
Mom: Just told me :0
Mom: All good
October 2011
15 posts
“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not...”
– T.S. Eliot
“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her...”
– Oscar Wilde (via carleyanna2)
Jesse: Sorry I punched your tricep.
Emily: Sorry I told you you look better with the lights off.
