mountainous heathen!











holly girl

jennyman

cyrus

boyk

sina boy

robert reich

honey jaan







Prufrock

If

Afraid So

Today's poem

~ Sunday, July 31, 2005
 
goodbye NWI

like millions of people around the world, my parents said goodbye to news world international today. an objective canadian channel devoted to in-depth pieces about world issues, politics. it was, in essence, the voice and eye of a world left otherwise blind and deaf. i hope sy safronsky is crying somewhere in north carolina, because this is a sad day for them all. us all. a politician buys a whole network for the ungodly brainwashing of a "younger generation." they not only outright admit it, they are also proud of seeming "progressive." it's the 21st century and my parents have no news reaching them from any informed, reliable source on t.v. what hell did they escape from, and what hell did they run to?

~ Monday, July 25, 2005
 
nms jm slmty and dali

dali looks at you, and he doesn't look so bad today. he may be on much more drugs than i am, but he looks at me and i know him today. life is funny in his own way today, and not much is making too much sense. my notes on the wall right below his face, don't say much more than his eyes. i always thought he was fleeting, but now i'm overtaken with an overwhelming assurance that in some ways, he'll never let go.

~ Tuesday, July 19, 2005
 
naturalized

last night as i was going to sleep, a few very clear things came to mind. first, that jenny's dad should have just said "la ba" and i would have understood.

second, that i really really miss my bracelet. it can't be replaced.

third, the weekend two years ago that jenny went home for her oath. it was the weekend of the shooting stars, which also can't be replaced. i'm filled with an overwhelming sense of what two years means. i can't believe it's been that long. that short. that fast. my braces, my application, friendships, and goodbyes. they've all been two years.

i can finally leave this place.

~ Tuesday, July 12, 2005
 
are you drawing me?

she's ranting meaningful phrases in her delerium, bringing her closer to the essence of that other world with which i'm ever so familiar. chocolate, bed, water, book, wastebasket. what more do you need?


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