February 12, 2011

A Hard Cuss and A Ragged Breath

(via Jewel of the South).

My lip curls in sickening sorrow and outrage.
Like that time when we were kids and-
Johnathon ate a butterfly in the side yard.

I was seven and I wanted to scream at him.
But why shouldn't he wonder what it tasted like?

Mr. Elnett threw himself off the top of the parking lot.
In my sleep I try to scream at him-
but why shouldn't he have wondered what it tasted like?


January 29, 2011

An Education



If you haven't yet seen this film, please do.
It is lovely.

January 22, 2011

Right Before The Spring

Jane slipped her sudsy fingers under the spilling saucer and sipped silently on sapphire colored tea.

Peacefully.

January 9, 2011

Algid

(via Style Rookie)
Garish fluorescent lights reflect nauseously off a thick layer of snow.

I stand beneath their beam
and crush snowflakes in my fingers like cigarette cinders

as if the world were an ashtray for the gods.

January 6, 2011

Acquaintance

I just don't think I like you as much as you deserve.

January 2, 2011

Nouvelle Annee

I have made you my anchor.
I will never stray, nor sail away.