December 2010
30 posts
It May Be No One Should Be Opened: Maps that Galen... →
1. Maps of the most direct route to each other via hot dog stands.
2. Maps for how to make it through the working week. All these maps will end at the bar, or my bed.
3. Maps to show us the way out of arguments with each other.
4. Maps of Australian rivers.
5. Maps for him to consult when I am sad.
6. Maps of our neighbourhoods.
7. Maps of what we want for breakfast.
8. Maps of where I...
“I can’t tell you how strangely romantic the Atlantic becomes when the sky
is...”
– from “Snow” by Matthew Dickman (via thesemightysecrets)
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I’ve been in my new apartment for about a week now. we don’t have Internet. we don’t have cable. we can’t afford to run the heater. the shower head is too short and I have to kind of squat down to use it. I drink coffee in the mornings with lots of creamer and crack open my window to smoke a cigarette. i wake up sometimes to find the light from my window reflecting on the wall behind me. i asked...
"A Little Love Poem" - Andy Weaver.
Someone who hates scrabble.
Someone who sleeps on her back near an open window in winter, her breath rolling like a river into night.
Someone who wants me to wake her in the morning by reading ee cummings’ love poems, giving a small candle-flicker of a smile just before opening her eyes.
Someone who appreciates the architecture of churches, but refuses to step inside.
Someone who has...
I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski