Saturday, August 13, 2011

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Friday, August 12, 2011

Tonight a falcon walked in, and my heart sank inside me.
Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

 Jack Gilbert

Monday, August 8, 2011

Ooh I promise not to do it again
I promise not to do it

I said it the last time
But this is the last time

Thursday, July 7, 2011

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible. Jonathan Safran Foer


I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover.

Leonard Cohen

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Except from The River Merchant's Wife ; A Letter -

"At fifteen I stopped scowling,

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours

Forever and forever and forever.

Why should I climb the lookout?"

Ezra Pound

Monday, May 30, 2011


“I dreamed
that my death was white.
The gate of Hell, too, is white.”
- Tian Yuan

I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover.
Leonard Cohen
"…recite the list
of what you’ve learned to do without.
It is stronger than prayer."
Stephen Dunn, Travelin

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Triolet on a Line Apocryphally Attributed to Martin Luther

Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,

The booze and the neon and Saturday night,

The swaying in darkness, the lovers like spoons?

Why should the Devil get all the good tunes?

Does he hum them to while away sad afternoons

And the long, lonesome Sundays? Or sing them for spite?

Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,

The booze and the neon and Saturday night?

-A.E. Stallings

Friday, May 6, 2011

Wednesday, May 4, 2011