oubliette

I'm thinking about Trina Schart Hyman again, probably because we're nearing the second anniversary of her death. It hurts so deep inside my chest that I never got to meet her, or at least write to her, and let her know how intensely she shaped my life, from so early on. Now she'll never hear me; she'll never feel the pleasure of knowing that there...
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I spent a gorgeous weekend in New York with Sarah, arriving just in time to film a music video, sleep a contented sleep, eat an egg, read a book, use a gift certificate, eat fake chicken, meet Zina, drink whiskey, talk forever, drink more whiskey, laugh at Danny, and sleep a contented sleep once more. And talk to Franz on the phone. I'm so happy...
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I was sentenced to death and they led me into the sterile room and laid me softly down on the gurney. Two nurses on either side gently took my hand and slid an IV into my palm, stigmata-style. A sign was given and the slow drip began. The nurses told me to breathe deep and easy. I panicked and loudly began to chant out the...
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Clear cool water from an enamel cup, campfire smoke, crackling smolder... music in my ears and this forest is a circus. In the hammock strung up between the birches Joel sleep deeply, abandoned in sleep. His head thrown back, snoring softly and twitching, lost deep in dreamland.

The pregnant women have gone to see the waterfalls, bellies secret, seeds sprouting deep inside... we are all...
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What do we want?

We smoke plastic-tipped cigars in rattling pickup trucks, we listen to Johnny Cash and other twangy-voiced country singers. I sprawl, combat boots propped up on the window, in the back of the truck. So this is my life now.

What do we want?

What do I want now, after my hiatus?

Deer, raccoons, taxidermy wall-trophies that stare blankly at me now...
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For a long time now the seasons have been blending into one another- assume this is what happens after one finishes high school or college, and the seasons cease to mark life's passing. But just now, swimming in my parents' pool under the bright summer sun, it hit me: this is summer. This is summer- what all the children wait eagerly for all year, what...
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Yar, I just saw Pirates of the Carribean and loved laughing at its outright silliness and awesome-adventure-ness. Hoo, so much fun! The theater was packed with kids, all these skinny high school kids that made me feel like I was a million years old. Everyone was dressed like pirates. Pirates are awesome and even if they're now enjoying a newfound sort of widespread popularity, I'm...
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