December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!

(could Joseph be any more perfect)?

December 30, 2011


I've forgotten how sweet long drives through the country can be.

December 29, 2011

love is a waiting game
come on and run my way.

December 28, 2011

(via Vogue).
conversations turn odd after two am
on the day after christmas
with rain splashing the windows and thundering each tree
we huddled in the bathroom
too frightened to be alone


nervous in the front seat of what could be in the back
kettering and so
afraid of our own ghosts.

December 27, 2011

December 26, 2011

3 AM

(by Sally Mann).

December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas from Atlanta, friends!

December 23, 2011

December 22, 2011


the worst part of it all will
come fifteen minutes later
after the door has closed
and the nose has blown
and the cage has locked


it will find you
bleary and sober
pinching tears from the corner of
the right eye


it will quietly
moan like a scared kettle
right before it shrieks

and you will know that all
the collateral collapsing damaging
is you

and you will know
that the remaining weight
of all the words is the
velvet knowledge that you'll try to forget:

in every scenario
and here too,
it is your fault.

you'll never
take the blame.

December 21, 2011

December 19, 2011

(via Jewel of the South).

December 18, 2011

We know the sound of two hands clapping.
But what is the sound of one hand clapping?

A Zen Koan
(via Rookie).

December 15, 2011


and everything is exactly the same but feels so foreign.

December 14, 2011

Cafe Lalo.

Post-Finals celebratory tea time.

December 10, 2011

Thanks, Jewel of the South.

And everything, I mean every single thing, is going to go how it should.
I believe that with my whole heart.
Everything happens for a reason.
And it is going to be okay.
We will wake up tomorrow and we will start over.
And it may suck-that happens some days.
Maybe we don’t even start over, maybe we just keep going.
It’s supposed to though-it’s supposed to suck sometimes.
You’re supposed to hurt on certain days.
I am meant to feel on top on the world one week and then cry in my bed the next.
I am going to make a bad grade on that test because I deserved it.

We don’t feel like smiling tonight-we will later.
The weekend will come-your break will too.
I will look forward to coffee in the morning because I love to.

And you and I, and us, we all are going to be exactly as we should.

Fly Away Home.

(via phosophenes).

December 8, 2011


they said of you, often
that you were a case of untapped potential
a one day smash
a soon enough success

and so, they
read you Machiavelli and built for you a glass
house with a wide gate and a middling view.

they said of me, often
that I was a case of unnoticed dreaming
a glad wanderer
a forever child

and so, they
read me E.B. White and built for me a canvas
house with a breezy arch and a crying door.

December 6, 2011

December 5, 2011

chain smoking the night away...

Holiday Blues.

(via Jewel of the South).

December 4, 2011

Symphony No. 10

I finger seeds and think only of your pores
and a blade of grass on the back seat of a cab
becomes the one whisker
that you've missed shaving at two p.m. 
this afternoon.

(I want to tell you that) you smell like my grandfather
and that, while swallowing smiles in the back row of Avery Fischer
I wondered if all these harmonics and all of you
was simply maya,

towards the apartment door
with key in lock and eye by tree
I bit my tongue for esprit de l'escalier,
things I've lost the chance to say.

December 2, 2011