August 2009
1 post
Old Jews Telling Jokes →
And I am jealous of the Jews because of it!
theoriginaljoefisher:
It exists and it is wonderful.
June 2009
0 posts
May 2009
5 posts
April 2009
8 posts
Love
I think I’m becoming all too comfortable with the solitary life. I try on new love like red shoes: lovely, hot, sometimes swarthy, and then I want to take them off, because they’re too tight, or they don’t look nice in the afternoon. Love is beginning to feel this way to me. It gets so damned exciting, and then I realize the person is so gone on his own journey to healing, he...
This is hot. →
I've met Peter Pan
I heard a scratching
at my window
saw two, glittering feet
perch there.
Like an egret moving its awkward legs in and out of the swamp,
he unfolded himself,
sat upon the window’s edge— white paint peeling—
and he opened up his hands.
There lay a tiny, golden compass— twittering, shaking, unmanned.
…
He told me he loved me.
…
And then,
neck arching,
...
I need to get out of here
I feel wrapped up in life, and I want to get lost in text. I teach books all day, read papers, but I want to write my own, magnificent work. Makes me want to move back to the city. Brooklyn, Paris, something. Somewhere I can lose my way in dark streets and jazz clubs and a myriad of unknown faces.
September 2008
4 posts
post vomit ponderings
A day and night of vomiting.
delish.
So, I’m home, reading stories about a man, stuck in his coffin pondering his life. At one point, he removes a tumor from his toe. I think he’s dreaming… Regardless, it sort of cements for me that I believe in an afterlife. Being awake in a grave for 25 years seems utterly depressing. I wonder what Garcia Marquez is getting at. I understand...
It's 12:16 in the morning.
I’ve just edited mountains of poetry… and now, it’s time to unravel my own. I should be sleeping. Nesting. Resting. But I’m alert like a mama bird searching for earth worms. Or predators.
