April 2011
80 posts
Body and Soul; kim addonizio
Where do you think the soul is?
Do you think it looks like a small paper bag,
the kind that contains one item—
candy bar, liquid soap, pint bottle?
Is it crumpled up behind the heart?
Is it folded neatly and wedged between the ribs,
is it wrapped around the balls, is it damp
like a cunt, has it been torn?
The body isn’t the house.
If the body is the...
Dark Charms; dorianne laux
Eventually the future shows up everywhere: burly summers and unslept nights in deep lines and dark splotches, thinning skin. Here’s the corner store grown to a condo, the bike reduced to one spinning wheel, the ghost of a dog that used to be, her trail no longer trodden, just a dip in the weeds. The clear water we drank as thirsty children still runs through our...
people keep asking me if i had fun last night. i did…
but that’s not the point.
there was dinner, there was dancing, there was a soft breeze coming from far off as words were given as farewell presents and heartfelt welcomings. people laughed and people cried, and what i’d like to remember is the pause, right after chuckles filled the room and before the stilted pith of men and...
“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings...”
– F. Scott Fotzgerald, The Great Gatsby
the gift; david lehman
“He gave her class. She gave him sex.” — Katharine Hepburn on Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers He gave her money. She gave him head. He gave her tips on “aggressive growth” mutual funds. She gave him a red rose and a little statue of eros. He gave her Genesis 2 (21-23). She gave him Genesis 1 (26-28). He gave her a square peg. She gave him a...
“bumble bumble bumble bumble bee
where are you going to go!
far away. but close...”
– the extremely failed attempt at a birthday haiku. thanks though, for submarine, truth or dare and never have i ever wars, and getting screwed for all of em. i woke up feeling like death, but birthday fun. and thanks for a lot more, to royal love and princesses adoring each other. hehehe
April
is when you dream of sunsets
tomorrow forget all the yesterdays
if he doesn’t love you let him go
feel the world in your bones is
when you smile you’re prettiest
then because the birds smile with
the flowers bloom and sing along to
the song that’s still in your heart where
you can go back to being thirteen and
skipping down the road holding hands
because it is
april
and everything is...
“yian:
hurhur
i will cheer
do a hula dance
shake ma butt
alright im going to...”
– on the poem she wrote in my birthday notebook. thank you, it’s amazinggggg
The end of innocence.
“I didn’t want to deface myself by posting on your wall but…
Sigh....”
– Matthew Chye, my 13 year old cousin, on my birthday. Sigh
happy happy 19th.
it’s every girl’s dream to be abducted, blindfolded, spun around like crazy, ordered to do jumping jacks and pushups like in bootcamp, kowtow to the godly poseidon, be led into poles, carried up imaginary stairs, listen to a thai socrates mumble on about anything crap-related. just kidding, it wasn’t my dream.. i dream about things more along the lines of...
so i spent the whole of thursday drafting, editing, and submitting words everywhere
if all else fails, i will wallow in a gaping dark hole and hibernate. purgatory sounds about perfect right now
summer, ambition, i will.
ramble on
toska
to hell with stolen hearts,
broken hearts,
the beautiful and the
damned.
to hell with thieves,
the wreckers, their grand larceny, a
sham.
i’m curious, girls, what were you
thinking, where did you go wrong, how
could it turn right?
unplug the telephone, turn
down the heat, your house is
on fire, so bright, so
bright.
‘listen asshole:
“you were my worst mistake,...
