Monthly Archives: November 2009
It’s interesting how anger must be nursed in order to sustain over time. Time and attention must be paid to its cultivation. It must be nurtured. A 53-year-old woman told me last night that she has finally learned to love her mother without destroying herself. … Read more
Suppose you believe in soul mates. Not halves. Never halves. An additional whole. The entire fucking thing.
Suppose you feel the effortlessness of connectivity for the first time.
Suppose it sings through you.
The war is over someplace. My arms laid down. My boots.
I … Read more
When I was twenty-three, a buddy of mine took me out for lunch, and attempted, over oysters, to prove I am not intense.
“I hate intense people,” he said. “You’re not intense. You’re pragmatic. You’re a pragmatic artist. You seem intense because people don’t know … Read more
Fortified. I’ve been thinking a great deal about this word lately. It started with the soy milk. Fortified.
Sometimes, unhappiness becomes comforting in its familiarity. Its habit.
We might all mean well and still fuck up horrifically.
Fortified. How have I let my reserves become … Read more
What kind of proof do we require? Gavin thinks I don’t really know what has happened, if I don’t actually see the event transpire.
“Stop kicking me.”
“I’m not kicking you.”
“Yes. You are.”
“You can see me?”
“No. I can feel your foot kicking … Read more
My buddy has informed me that the universe is conspiring on our behalf. This, I have to say, is curious news. Several of my close friends have had their houses broken into, their shit stolen, or trashed. Two others have been laid off. One has … Read more
My buddy is coming back to town after months of sketchy wandering. She told me she continues to leave in order to return. I used to have that old military kid anxiety. 3 years: itchy and distraught, ready for a new town, a new house, … Read more
We’re watching HELLO KITTY fairytales. They’re actually surprisingly faithful, which is to say, grim and magic, with body counts and near escapes. And it occurred to me, watching a puffy white cat play Snow White, how curious this old story’s exploration of beauty and fairness … Read more
Do you know this Gwyneth Paltrow movie? It’s older, and vaguely disappointing, but the premise is sound. A woman misses a subway, and catches a subway, and in either scenario her life plays out in wildly different ways. After she catches the subway, she makes … Read more