February 2012
2 posts
“Unread Bestsellers”:
Bestsellers have gained such great popularity that...”
– Wikipedia “Bestseller”
June 2011
3 posts
Game of Thrones Tees. →
I made these.
May 2011
4 posts
Listen
Listen
Listen
April 2011
1 post
March 2011
1 post
“The word of God hurts as no sin can ever hurt, because sin blunts feeling. The...”
– Oswald Chambers
February 2011
8 posts
turndigo
i know, but i just need to hear you say it.
we all do get carried away sometimes.
and that’s why men like me have to come along with a hot chocolate and some homemade scones and sit you down and tell you how lovely you are before we lose you.
because you are lovely, and that’s why you’ve been conscripted. but you can’t forget the mission, the whole reason we let you...
January 2011
1 post
And with that...
I think this will become a real blog again.
December 2010
2 posts
It's Br(e)aking
Like a washing machine’s last spin-cycle grunt.
You hear it slowing down.
No pregnant woman screams AFTER the baby is born.
A River
Come.
Come and kneel.
You’re not kneeling in worship—-not yet, at least.
Just kneel.
Be as small as you can.
And be open.
What do you smell? What do you hear?
Don’t belittle your own senses, the ones that have served you forever.
They testify of this moment to you.
And who are you?
How many times have you smelled the anchovies on failure’s breath?
But...
November 2010
3 posts
I fight myself on fire with fires that I light myself because I hate myself when I like myself squeezing off hot tears (and more) just to spite myself I’m just (despite my self) sponsored by myself need extra change so I invite myself; here’s to my health; I indict my Self. i’m too dark-spotted, gotta dye myself Here’s to my health; gotta die myself
He strokes her
And then there’s this little known transcript of the sitting sessions recorded by Pitro Cespizze, a scribe who later went on to pen the then-odious but now-famous “Hey Diddle Diddle” or originally “Ho Didza Didza” Enjoy. Leonardi: Knock Knock Lize: Who’s there? Leonardi: Leo. Liza: Isn’t it a little hard to stay still if you keep talking to me? Leonardi:...
Kealey Memorial Highway
Crispin Kealey breathed his hottest breath onto his fingertips. He only did it because he’d seen it on TV. His fingers weren’t even cold. His ears were. His ears felt like an elf’s own—as though the cold air had sharpened them to a red and tender point. He couldn’t blow on his ears though—at least not on both at once—so he decided to keep warming his...
October 2010
3 posts
September 2010
5 posts
WatchShot/Edited/ (behind the scenes)
August 2010
2 posts
I'm not laughing at you.
Lana: Don’t you see? I think it’s adorable.
Nardo: I wasn’t going for adorable.
Lana: Loneliness is attractive to me these days.
Nardo: Clockmakers go hungry in a world of punctual people.
Lana: False and stupid.
Nardo: This isn’t what we’re supposed to be talking about.
Lana: Then…
Nardo: I don’t know. Ask the author.
Lana: The prejuice said that...
July 2010
1 post
Watchediting.
June 2010
3 posts
Today
is a new, new day.
kecer
The back of her hand was cold on her nose.
It was the nose that was cold.
Her sleeve smelled like gasoline.
Like a small engine.
Like his bike’s small engine.
May 2010
2 posts
demeter
demeter rolled up onto his toes.
she knows, he thought.
March 2010
7 posts
Viscera
“Cock, and endless balls,” echoed the sane man opining on the madman.
And we were sure that it was his mirror he had found and mistaken for a picture frame.
He was the angel-headed hipster, in his gowns and Ghandi haircut. That is, if we ever knew Ghandi to have hair.
[We should probably just sew this up right now—if Ghandi had hair, it would have looked like his, and we knew...
Bumper
Bumper was fun; Bumper liked guns.
Bumper played frisbee; Bumper always won.
Arlene
She was my crown of salt,
The proof of my sweating.
he doesn't talk about his family
It’s like that card trick from the coloring book.
I’m getting my tricks mixed up.
One is a card trick, the other is a coloring book.
The answer is in the spaces.
If the answer is A and D
(and you pick B and C)
he’ll take away B and C.
Seems right enough. Right?
But if the answer is A and D
(and you pick A and D)
he’ll still take away B and C.
He’ll say...
oatmeal cookies
check under his fingernails.
wecannotbefucked
only made love to.
scratch that.
made love “with”.
yeah, i like that better.
it’s minty.
not like real mint.
minty like the grass stains on your knees.
minty because you’re stuck with it.
because now you have to like it.
we are tasty.
we crumble in your hands like leaves.
we are rich and nutty.
like your favorite coffee.
we hurt your eyes
like sun-glints on...
February 2010
2 posts
Dear Us*:
Dear Us,
It’s me again. Today is going to be a good day. We’re going to love ourselves and love those around us, and maybe Love God too. We’re going to say no to drugs, and say yes to homeless men who need pennies. Because it’ll probably be too scary to actually talk to the homeless man or invite the homeless man in for a meal.
Maybe he needs a new kind of two cents....
bedbugs
i felt the poking in my hip.
like a four-year-old pokes.
no—like a five-year-old pokes to wake you up because he has to go to the bathroom.
at five, you’re old enough to get slapped in the face.
i don’t know this. i don’t have kids.
and i wasn’t slapped at the age of five.
but that’s how the holy spirit wakes me up.
not with the smell of honeysuckle or...