Little Cart With A Whip

vintageanchor: “Every moment happens twice: inside and outside,...

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 09:19:07 -0500

vintageanchor:

“Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.”

―Zadie Smith, WHITE TEETH

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Sat, 08 Dec 2012 21:18:58 -0500

Background Music

Tue, 15 May 2012 12:53:00 -0400

Background Music

"Dream not, friend, of deserts and oases, But look inwards, and begin to live!"

Sat, 12 May 2012 21:34:28 -0400

“Dream not, friend, of deserts and oases,
But look inwards, and begin to live!”

- James Clarence Mangan, from “Advice Against Travel”

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Sat, 12 May 2012 21:16:33 -0400

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Sat, 12 May 2012 21:12:59 -0400

Punctuated Silence When it’s quiet I know I’ve...

Fri, 04 May 2012 14:47:00 -0400

Punctuated Silence

When it’s quiet I know I’ve succeeded.

He asked where are they

I told him they are where they should be.

Straining, Raining It’s not like you didn’t know....

Fri, 04 May 2012 00:12:00 -0400

Straining, Raining

It’s not like you didn’t know. This is how it goes.

Erotic Refusal I told you I wouldn’t you came anyway

Thu, 03 May 2012 16:51:00 -0400

Erotic Refusal

I told you I wouldn’t

you came anyway

Notes From A Rabbi’s Daughter

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 14:12:00 -0400

Notes From A Rabbi’s Daughter

poetrysociety: The Poem, by George Oppen

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 12:58:00 -0400

poetrysociety:

The Poem, by George Oppen

Tea

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 12:22:00 -0400

Tea

You Here

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 12:11:00 -0400

“Rich lady!” “Rich lady!”

She turned her head around, looking to catch a glimpse of the rich lady.

“You here!” “Rich lady!”

to and fro

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 23:52:00 -0400

written while bored stiff during a lecture on Leibniz. poem’s got nothing to do with Leibniz.

its about to
and fro
to and fro
to and fro

her long curly hair will shed
the soap suds
the rinse cycle
hurts

it wasnt pink, pink doesnt exist.
or maybe it was debunked
after it was ingrained

debunked
debunk
debunked
debunk

run to open the door
pull her out by her hair
but pull her out.

too late, she is stained red.
i am colored red.
she is neither bright nor dark
red is bright and dark
frankenstein?
no, mary shelley.

well ok. ok ok ok.
with your green self-
see my self
with your green self, erupt.

erupt into soapsuds again,
slippery
so he can skate on your curls
and trip.

debunking
debunked
debunk
debunking
debunking
debunk

is he red now?
im perfectly red on my own
enhanced?
only bruised.

green!

like you?
like me!
like you?
like me she whispered wistfully as the people lazed by the rue fontaine
where the aroma from the coffee was diluted by the mist that preceded the
dew that precedes the dawn that has not yet seen the lovers to sleep
because the pages of the novel were wet, the harlequin stamp embossed by the tears of being discredited,

but try
because to and fro
to and fro
to and fro
equals trip

when he will be done-
never i
at least i would have been done.

at least?
that was debunked after it hurt.
just stay green.
beautiful red,
anyway the mistletoe was ruined in the wash.