December 2010
53 posts
Australian Rivers Part 1
Boonoo Boonoo
Coolaburragundy
Tallawudjah
Strike-A-Light
The Big Warrambool
Emu Swamp
Bloodwood
Yoonguru
Felled Timber
Murrumbidgee
Urumbilum
Never Never
Wah Way
Ingeegoodbee
Jerra Jerra
Pinchgut
Serpentine
East Alligator
Abandon
Blackfellow
Tjulyurulyuru
Salt Pan
Mistake
Dead Finish
Bulla Nulla
Dog Chain
Maps that Galen and I are going to draw, as...
1. Maps of the most direct route to each other via hot dog stands.
2. Maps for how to make it through the working week. All these maps will end at the bar, or my bed.
3. Maps to show us the way out of arguments with each other.
4. Maps of Australian rivers.
5. Maps for him to consult when I am sad.
6. Maps of our neighbourhoods.
7. Maps of what we want for breakfast.
8. Maps of where I want...
I saw him standing in the dark on my street under the fig trees looking up at my kitchen window for a long time, almost half an hour before he came upstairs. God knows what he thought about. Came up and fingered all the rocks on my bedside table. Thursday we walked to the oyster marshes before it got dark and came back to the house sweating.
thesemightysecrets:
This morning I heard the Elk bugling to each other. I couldn’t see them because the grey was against the earth but as I watched first one and then another came out of the clouds and when they walked their antlers tore the fog so that they dragged behind them ribbons of emptiness through the air.
I saw your breasts by accident...thank you →
psychotropicpolitics:
I love Craigslist
Not Getting Closer - Jack Gilbert
Walking in the dark streets of Seoul under the almost full moon. Lost for the last two hours. Finishing a loaf of bread and worried about the curfew. I have not spoken for three days and I am thinking, “Why not just settle for love? Why not just settle for love instead?”
Queen Meryl
Me, upon being told by a man that I should “take some time and have a serious think about why I was so offended” by a comment he made about petite women being “biologically” more interested in rape fantasies.
Slow Dance - Matthew Dickman
More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance between the couch and dinning room table, at the end of the party, while the person we love has gone to bring the car around because it’s begun to rain and would break their heart if any part of us got wet. A slow dance to...
“Did you call into work? What did they say?”
“Not much. I was lucky enough to get my supervisor on the phone. Not the boss. He just said take as much as you need. Let us know what you need and what you can do. My boss probably would’ve fed me some bullshit about how Jehovah doesn’t believe in grieving.” “oh my god, Chris” “too much?”...
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One midnight worked the change that made me so.
Coming home after work to eat the leftover chickpeas in the fridge, change my bedsheets and read the new poems that came in the mail.
Tulips - Clay Matthews
For three days I have seen sun and rain and now snow falling but it has slowed to a blunder almost, a blight. Winter. January 8th. I try to give the season credit for its importance as one part of the cycle, thinking pain is life, thinking pain is only weakness leaving the body, thinking the cold is that which gives meaning to warmth, our bodies finally finding each other in the morning after a...
As Jenna would say: DOOOOF
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
-MO
What the hell is up with men who call / text / message / IM me and then don’t say anything? Why? Why why why? I will NEVER understand this.
I Am But A Traveler in This Land & Know Little of...
Is everything a field of energy caused by human projection? From the crib bars hang the teething tools. Above the finger-drummed desk, a bit lip. The cyclone fence of buts surrounds the soccer field of what if. Sometimes it seems like a world where no one knows what he or she is doing, eight lanes both directions. How about a polymer that contracts in response to electrical charge? A...
Dean Young
Dean Young (who I know many of us love) suffers from a degenerative heart condition and is on the heart transplant list at Seton Medical Center in Austin. He’s recently been upgraded to an extremely critical condition, and a fund-raising campaign has been started on his behalf through the National Foundation for Transplants. Read this letter from Tony Hoagland, and donate if you wish. I know...
One of my dearest friends, and my husband from a previous life, David Rylance, wrote a great piece on Assange and Wikileaks-
“For now, simply note how Assange is figured not only as an idealist but also as a fanatic of honesty – fanaticism, as Alberto Toscano has shown, always being the deadly drive liberal democracy divines in every one of its designated enemies – while the cooler-heads...
Woman Scouts →
luckypaperstars:
NEW IDEA: Woman Scouts. Woman Scouts is, obviously, Girl Scouts for grown-ass women. Basically, it’s an institutionalized “Girls’ Night,” but for ladies who don’t say “Girls’ Night” and also who are awesome. And there are outfits, or maybe just baller hats and sashes.
Instead of boxes of cookies we sell boxes of wine.
Our song is: Make new friends, but keep the old, but maybe...
I give back your books and fishing tack. Today’s paper says that you are wed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. -The Ballad Of The Lonely Masturbator, Anne Sexton