February 2012
14 posts
5 tags
4 tags
4 tags
Surefire tips to make your crush NOT like you...
1) Hook up with his best friend!
6 tags
4 tags
8 tags
The Judgement of Solomon
Steel and razor-edged it falls upon the wood
and thuds—that weighty blade, heavy with his
story—still, the ancient echo rings
so loud between my ears. You see it there
beside you. Feral fear and steel blue grey
like mine, your eyes, they pierce and plead reprieve:
Mother, forgive me, you know not what you do!
Oh, little fool! From head to toe I rule
your skin against the knife,...
5 tags
January 2012
44 posts
5 tags
Some things I learned from an evening spent with...
—“Woodworking is exactly like oral sex.”
—Nick sings and plays guitar to the tune of hits like “Build Your Own Canoe” and “Jesus Take the Weed.”
—His advice to mankind: “Just go out there and bake some kickass cornbread with poblano chiles and blow your own fucking mind. “
—Nick allegedly lost his virginity to a...
3 tags
4 tags
5 tags
5 tags
8 tags
The Inventor
Each night before we fell asleep, my father came to our beds and recited a story in a low voice. He would tell us about all of the ways the world was broken—a fractured skull grafted together by green tectonic bone, cocked 23.4 curious degrees on the axis of its neck like some big “huh?” to human suffering. Mindless wars, the Irish Potato Famine, mismatched socks. Manic depression, the...
5 tags
5 tags
6 tags
6 tags
St. Vincent—The Party
<3 <3 <3...
6 tags
4 tags
4 tags
4 tags
7 tags
3 tags
10 tags
Dead Mother's Red Leather Gloves
Even before the tannery
you grew inside your mother’s meridian like I did mine—
the pink hull of embryonic sac and the life of her skin pressed against your own.
I have known that same warmth.
Then, a false Darwin split your two hooves
into ten fingers, the foreign geometry of human hands
factory stitched into raw hide as a whole new rule of opposable thumb
(and who can know where...
4 tags
6 tags
7 tags
6 tags
5 tags
4 tags
so
According to Web MD, I either have avian bird flu, the bubonic plague, or bronchitis. Since two of these possibilities suggest I might die within the next couple of hours, I am spending my last day on Earth with continuous episodes of 30 Rock and 23 bottles of Nyquil. Wish me luck!
5 tags
5 tags
5 tags
6 tags
7 tags
