December 2010
10 posts
“I wake up around noon, light a cigarette, get a cup of coffee, sit in the...”
– Hans Zimmer (via longlivethequeen)
Tonight, you push up against me and I cave.
I catch your mouth in mine and am burned
by the ring of your lips—a molten O.
14 December 2010
Writers
destroyingpoetry:
writers are dark, dark people that make you think
about dark, dark things that you usually pretend don’t exist
like clotted blood and women dead on the floor with their hair slick with sweat
and red eyed grotesques in strong electric lights and children with their bones
sticking out like a jigsaw puzzle from their flesh and
people who don’t smile and people who don’t cry...
Long Lost Brother
The track switches at the coffee shop and I am shook from my studious daze. Familiar piano notes ring through the sound system, and I can’t help but smile as I recognize the song. Sung by a little folk band, a husband and wife duo out of Cincinnati, Ohio, the simple lyrics and haunting piano melodies are as nostalgic and dear as the memories I associate them. I recall first hearing the song on a...
“Folie à deux
(from the French for “a madness shared by two”) (or...”