January 2008
a girl named Joan →
She brushed her hair long twice a day while watching her mirror three times aside with her back turned smiling the walls she knew wore mementoes of time rusty buckle, torn dress rag, that three leafed clover she had found when she was four hopscotch to school wearing dress shoes on Sunday pink and violet, indigo lace tied to her amber hair never in the same place twice, once as long maple in May...
The Man in his Hat →
There was a man who lived in his hat across the rims he walked and sat there were chirps across his forehead and deep blue oysters in the meadow he left there were clouds when he thought and rain would pour when he was sad no one knew of his real location no one asked of his whereabouts there was no one to tip a gesture, hi one day, a storm came and blew his hat away revealing the baldness that...
sour cream →
i love you
he said,
i love you so much that i hate you
this love i mean, it’s obsessed me
more than that, it stalks me
more than i do you
i hate you for this love that hates me
– and with that said, he dipped his chips in sour cream,
and took a bite of what was left.
moody →
did you know I’m a very moody person?
really?
Yes.
how so?
So much that I don’t love you anymore as much as I do now.
the unbelievers said →
The unbelievers said: “Oladios is that all? do you not have magic other than this levitation child play - silly objects hung by string to show us?” (even though their words sounded blunt and bold, their voices cried with horror and fear)
To their surprise Oladios said: “yes i do”
And to their surprise; just as those words were spoken, a breeze came.
And that breeze...
Sigur Rós - Glósóli →
pure magic
coffee no. 130 →
There is a TV guide that I buy from time to time, just for fun. This peculiar magazine is destined to people who do not like to think and are fascinated by gossips and series. The best thing about it is the idea of marks placed next to *the more important* titles. Fellini’s Amacord — one star, Baywatch — five, The double life of Veronica — two stars, The Bold and the...
The in between Lost →
long days had passed since it last rained
the beating on dry land
and mist of vapor flowing among us
that familiar blend we all remember and how –
forward was the only direction life went
there were no regrets, now
there was relief in the pain we shared
and that loneliness craved;
understanding
and every now and then (it seemed) a pounding
we were family, yet –
there we...