Saturday, February 6, 2021

All The Hollows We Wallow In

You say, "In a min, I am writing," like I do normally to you.

While I found a lost link in me, someone I used to be. On purpose, but still..

. Niedhavellir,

Feels separate, disparate, apart.

To be here now, to look at this aggregate of far-flung, fantasized notions of self,

Is worse than a shallow cut with a sharp blade

You know--the finger won't fall off, definitely, but a scar is made.

Feels a lifetime ago

And what did you do with that lifetime?

Seems nothing to show.

A hollow distraction, though--I came here to be anew.

And I find peace, am at least pleased, that I recognize me

here.


anyway, like I was saying:

All The Hallowed Hollows We Wallow In

They say, "Call it Frankenstein's Monster," and so a web, a plan, is made.

It's a tall-tale, to tell-all

And hide the truth inside

The glimpse of a whispe,r like smoky mist-vapor over water

How the secrets pass on


I'm in bed, waiting

For strawberry-season to come

The wild ones in the Columbia River Gorge at the base of Mount Hood

Tha t peak and peek ou tt in the springgtime, sweet mead ow timme,

That cusp of summertime,

and all the fallen antlers and dead leaves swam away in the winters' sludge,

w herr e a ll th e w ords n ow als o go.


That's all just to say, I'm starting this blog again, because my relationship with writing needs precedence or purpose, and maybe there's a tinny tiny bit of that here.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

on flying

i travel with more shit for the actual flight than i need at the place that i end up at.

it is not yet noon in columbus.

which means i can't call anyone here.
i woke up at 6.
does jet lag last forever?

Monday, June 6, 2011

Sunday, June 5, 2011

recent schedule

3/4am: Awake.
5am: Contemplate Doing Something Productive while on Facebook/Watch the Sun Rise.
6am: Do Something Pseudo-Productive While Talking to People on Gchat (Laptop) or Leave House and Do Something Pseudo-Productive While Talking to People on Google Talk (Phone).
8am: Consider Doing the Dishes/Taking The Recycling Downstairs/Finishing Something Previously Started/Et. Al.
9am: Do One of the Things in the Aforementioned List or Play Words With Friends.
10am: Nap Time.
12pm: Un-nap Time. Consider Eating.
1pm: Consider Eating while Beginning Something to Finish "Tomorrow."
3/4pm: Try Fruitlessly to Fix Record Player/Try Fruitlessly to Read a Textbook/Try Fruitlessly to Decide on What to Eat/Et. Al.
5/6pm: Leave House for Nomadic Adventures in the North/Southwest Wearing New Tennis Shoes.
7/8pm: Decide New Tennis Shoes are Offensive Because Not Black and Return Home.
9/10pm: Go Out?/Drink?/Sleep?
11am/12/1pm: Stuff/Face-to-face Social Interaction Time.
12/1/2am: Eventually Fall Asleep.

Monday, March 28, 2011

i hate forever.

i want to be sweating,
wet-and-clammy,
smelly-and-dirty,
just-woke-up,
just-fucked,
with you
always.

Friday, February 25, 2011