The steam is off to the entire building. No hot water, and NO HEAT. ALL WEEK. Which wouldn’t seem like a problem, given that it’s the end of May, but it is goddamn freezing in here, yo. I brought yoghurt for breakfast and can’t even eat it, because I am a popsicle and eating something cold sounds like a really bad idea. Ugh. So instead I’m sucking down coffee as fast as I can.
Graduate Carrel, East Tower, 6th Floor
Graduate Carrel, East Tower, 8th Floor
Glass eye
Lazy sky
Another lucky star
Comet’s wings
And twisted strings
Wake my wishing heart
Clayborne Street, looking East
Sugar Loaf
Waterfall by the Grist Mill
I have been going through some old photos. This one was taken around 1982. Buck was a Shetland Pony x Quarter Horse. He was also 100% asshole. I have a long history of adoring animals with personality disorders.
This guy is brazen. He lives in a drainage pipe under the fir tree, and he’s used to holding his own with the feral cats at their food dish. He’s slightly respectful of Franny, but he’s not at all afraid of people. My neighbor has had to physically shove him out of the cats’ food.
The sky
flown down
to earth
A delirious storm crush
Sent
to swallow me
whole
And then it did.
red paper boat 