December 2010
44 posts
Down By The Water (Hurts Remix) — The Drums
Accident & Emergency
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Dear Customer,
We are contacting you with important information regarding your flight. Your flight 3771 departing PITTSBURGH at 5:00 PM on December 28 has been canceled. We are currently attempting to rebook you.
Thank you for choosing Delta.
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I had to make a quick decision: Face the possibility of staying home for who-knows-how-many-more-days, or take an impromptu road trip and get...
Even Though They Know, or, Spending Time With...
I. Opal, grandmother
Do you have high blood pressure because your heart beats fast around some girl?
II. Scott, brother
I love Ketel One and cranberry at home. I don’t order that at the bar. Don’t want to look like a homo. No fruity drinks.
III. Everyone
How do you get those jeans on and off? So tight!
WELL, I WISH THAT I COULD WALK YOU HOME
Inventing the Body by Dora Malech
The lungs were my idea. Shins, his. Breasts, mine, though he agreed.
He tried to name his favorite organ Mr. Winky, but titles were forbidden from the start.
Laughter was a vital sign, amended to a ticking in the chest.
We called the heart the heart because we could not say its real name, even to each other, even in the dark.
Tonight I listened to this song on repeat,...
How to Live in New York City →
Eat bad pizza but trick yourself into believing it’s good because it’s made in New York. Do the same thing with bagels and sex.
Woman Who Cannot Feel Fear... →
Another Stupid Party by Saskia Hamilton
I had to stand at the other end of the room and talk to a hundred other people.
My longing for him trailed after me and although its nature had not changed, its agency had,
as if it were the angel whispering at the back of my head, and if I turned I would see, on the floor behind me, that we held each other, we kept insisting, always working towards the end of the story,
his breath on me the...
“Love is what we have decided to call the world lit by other people.”
– Ryan Nance, in this week’s Dear Sugar column
Recent Google Searches
Is wine good for a cold How to stop biting your nails It is the best/worst feeling when If you missed a morning pill A photo of a fox Fold the perfect fitted sheets If you love more, does it really come back to When your heart boils, should you
It’s gonna fit well into my new life...
Prayer for Sleep by Cheryl Dumesnil
The chiropractor sent me home with my left ankle taped, my neck cracked, and instructions not to sleep
on my belly, so when it came time for bed, I dropped a tequila shot, laid back and closed my lids, entrails
exposed to vultures of bad dreams. From the neighboring pillow, my love whispered theories
of meditation, biofeedback, post- traumatic stress, and prayer. When she asked, “If a...
First Touch (from 2007)
From a room in which the door swings open: my mother lifting herself from the toilet. I can see her reaching to feel her dark V
where she pauses and holds her body with a cupped hand. Her fingers bend to meet the damp earth, sinking below exhausted soil.
She looks at her genitals, thinks sin, holds her hands under water that pours out of the faucet ferociously, steam mounting the mirrors.
Later...
A White Horse Gallops Through the City (Part II)
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I leave work and it’s snowing. A light snow that gathers on people’s coats, in their hair. The wind picks it up and carries it down avenues in shapes like cirrus clouds.
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I meet him at a Moroccan restaurant in the East Village and order a Gold Rush, whiskey and lemon juice on the rocks, warm up in the dark.
III.
Are you a romantic? he asks. I used to be, maybe, I say. And...
I LOVE IT WHEN THE COALS BURN WAY DOWN LOW, YOU...
"Bad Writing" Movie Trailer →
In Our Time by Ilya Kaminsky
Each man has a quiet that revolves around him as he beats his head against the earth. But I am laughing hard and furious. I pour a glass of pepper vodka and toast the white wall. I say we were never silent. We read each other’s lips and said one word four times. And laughed four times in loving repetition. We read each other’s lips to uncover the poverty of laughter. And whoever listens to...
Elegy: I Pass by the Erotic Bakery by Anna Journey
The way the tits of lemon meringue whorled
in the window that day looked at first like breasts, then more like paws of my grandfather’s
clubfoot Siamese. I want to believe that, after he died, the cat didn’t
gnaw off his face. I’ve heard it happens. I’d like to ask the pastry chef
if his vision of whipped egg whites and sugar meant he saw, in a dream, that mangled paw
pressed to my...
Red
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The dark, new pills you swallow every morning.
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The man in the brightly colored jacket who stares at you on the 6 train.
III.
Blood on your lips, in your cuticles.
IV.
December slashes your face with cold.
V.
The heat won’t turn on.
I WOULD NEVER KISS ANYONE WHO DOESN’T BURN...
Two Dreams
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To see water in your dream symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. To dream that water is rising up in your house, suggests that you are becoming overwhelmed by your emotions.
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I am in a...
