Friday, July 30, 2010

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Monday, July 26, 2010

assume the position

the one position

you know

that's right for you...

and don't forget to breathe...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

giovanni casadei


to paint
so simply

so beautifully

Saturday, July 24, 2010

walking or gliding on the line

someday i'll give you something more.

until then

i'll just balance on the line...

Friday, July 23, 2010

Thursday, July 22, 2010

room with a view

you are being watched...

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

looking glass

mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all?

Monday, July 19, 2010


i believe

i have 6



Sunday, July 18, 2010

little towers

these words
make shapes


little towers
in your pocket

in the air
before your eyes


an understanding
built upon
a foundation

of this struggling mind

i know you noticed i was indisposed of yesterday

Friday, July 16, 2010

when i think of the past


i see

things clearly

like this

Thursday, July 15, 2010



paris, texas

this is who i am...

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

there are treasures out there

bonnard's model

vincent's palette and paint tubes


pierre himself

just a click away...

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Monday, July 12, 2010

sometimes my life feels still

still life

still i have

a life still

no post yesterday

as i was attending a no-blogging convention.

it sucked...

Saturday, July 10, 2010

there are somethings

i can look at forever

this is one of them

Friday, July 9, 2010

the only place in la

to be this night...

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Jean Rhys


I'm preparing myself for an extended period of loneliness
That will begin very soon I think
I've illegally downloaded two new depressing songs
I've placed a copy of Good Morning, Midnight under my pillow for easy reference
I've printed out the tablature for every Morrissey song I know so I can sing them to myself
Alone in my room
Just a few things are needed really
To make me calm
While I figure out a simple, clean, and effective way to kill myself,
With minimal stress for the person who has to find and dispose of my body
But I'll probably never think of a way
Because I'll probably never kill myself
I'll just lie in my bed suffocating myself with my pillows
While listening to the four songs you said were your favorite
And maybe burn myself a little with the iron
On special occasions
And the next time I'm in a subway station,
I'll stand a little further on the yellow line
Or maybe the next I'm at your apartment
I'll try a little harder

“When I finished reading Sometimes My Heart Pushes My Ribs I had to go to lunch with people in a restaurant with enormous beverages and misnamed sandwiches. I kept tapping my hand on the table and I didn’t listen to anything anybody said. All I wanted to do was go home to read and write the kind of poetry Ellen Kennedy writes, declarative and nervous and wild and free. This is the sort of thing you want. This is the sort of book you should buy and you should buy it now instead of having lunch with those ‘friends.’”

- Daniel Handler, author of ADVERBS

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Monday, July 5, 2010

bird on a string

tie a knot
of ribbon

around gifts

you have

been given

Sunday, July 4, 2010

july 4, 2010


day well spent

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Friday, July 2, 2010

there are things above

there are things below


there is nothing in between

Thursday, July 1, 2010