February 2010
“we tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
– joan didion
August by Joseph Lease*
Sleeper, leaves are hands, then the house
Breathes: and you tried to give words away:
You’re still trying to convince her
You’re more than a lie: you were asleep,
You couldn’t go in the room: there could
Be glass, there could be fire: summer ambushed
You: you’re watching leaves behind glass, maybe
You could convince her: you went away, slowly:
Sleeper: you kept going away for two hours,...
haiku
boringboringboring:
so sleeping beauty
going to the hospital
shooting up speedball
inca ore : silver wings
the Jesus & Mary Chain “Cracking Up”
Love's Not the Way to Treat a Friend, Richard...
Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t want to see your eyes forgotten on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse of those who can remember nothing.
Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I don’t want to see you end up that was with your body being poured like wounded marble into the architecture of those who make bridges out of crippled birds.
Love’s...
“‘It wasn’t love, but it was something.”
– Sadie Benning
January 2010
joy division : day of the lords
