- Far-out theories and musings
I think most people have an inner amateur philosopher inside them that cranks out theories to explain themselves and the world. A lot of these theories are crackheaded and that’s what makes them fun.
1. For example, I think that if UFOs are real, the reason that they are so capable of such silence and seemingly [...]
- A legacy and a passing
Most. Hilarious. Funeral. Ever.
I was able to hold back the tears until the laughter started. Adding to the vibe was the fact that my uncle drove a company car up from Chattanooga, so the cemetery motorcade looked like it was sponsored by Xerox.
But, lo! a complication:
Since the funeral was held on Good Friday, my Alzheimer’s [...]
- Mere Mort
Mere hours.
Mere hours, they say, until my grandmother is dead. This is why I have been in Michigan for the past six weeks. I have been watching her die.
I sleep on a couch in the living room down the hall from her bedroom. I remember it being covered in plastic when I was a child. [...]
- dream journal
November 27, 2007
I dreamt about a bald eagle last night. I was with some people, but I was the only one who saw it at first. It landed on the ground and we kind of stared at each other strangely for a minute, and then it started dancing. In a most regal and realistic way, [...]
- a revolution in hand.
The ring finger of my left hand has been asleep for a week. No amount of flexing or biting or banging-on-counters has been able to rouse it from its prickling coma.
More curious, however, is the fact that its neighboring middle finger seems to be gaining in strength. It willfully springs to attention at the most [...]
- something that wants to be a song.
“in prison, you always dance”
i.
lunar eclipse last night.
i was flying down a detroit highway, smoking a bowl. we passed a semi called the sparhawk * and i remember thinking, “the universe must be high.” glanced at the moon’s red eye.
then the accelerator blew.
ii.
the hopi word for war is dance, you know. we call that
the motor [...]
- pandora’s inbox.
Having my writing available for public perusal nets me some interesting mail from time to time. I received the following letter this morning. Apparently, I’ve somehow inspired both a cross-country liason AND a farcical kidnapping scheme. Yessss!
Hello.
You know how you make friends with people online? You drift around and chat to people and blah blah [...]
- thoughts rising like jellyfish.
if i listen closely, i can see them coming behind me. i can close my eyes and i will see the lines of static ambling across the world. they will float on the motion of tired days, and they will swim through the noise around them and it will cling to their form like jelly.
- on fallen gods and former muses.
i spotted my ex-boyfriend last night, he who left michigan for los angeles earlier this year in order to find his fortune. i was driving with my best friend when i saw him in his brother’s black jaguar, turning on to the street we were turning off of. i nearly lost my breath.
he was even [...]
- pipe dreams.
someday, when i have a rock band, i’ll name it kelly et les dangereuses. we’ll be the official band of the apocalypse and play the “falling ash and fire tour” where all our pyrotechnics, and some percussion, will be supplied by circumstance.
your attendance is inevitable.
