The night I saw you on TV, I thought of the toads.
The ones we carried onto the roof of your house with a slingshot that afternoon when no one was home.
Some songs sound best under the sun. Some are night-blooming. These you hear clear in dark-dark; maybe there are stars.
“I Go To Sleep (demo),” The Kinks
Play this first, especially if
Field Notes in Haiku
I hear a giant
lives in a stardew valley
I follow the signs:
a knot of sparrows
outlines the shape of a nose—
cold autumn rainfall
the field of yarrow
turned
The day we met, you told me Los Angeles was home but that you were born in Houston. It was the insurance company’s orientation day for new employees, and you were standing alone at the far table, looking around with hesitation, like a child on the first day of school.
“Bit ‘im in the jugular,” the truck driver tells me about the bear ten feet away, describing the day the bear went crazy.
She’s still searching for hers but isn’t jealous. She’s happy I finally found my med. I take it in the morning with my cereal, and she knows to leave the milk out. I can put down a whole box at once
I was a loser and I was a fifth grader and I was hoping, never prayin’, to watch somebody open a can of whoop ass on The Stevens Twins. Somebody needed to sell more ten pound bags of sweet vidalia
The morning of our second date I drew a card – now I can’t remember which one...
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It's work that I want to do, and then sometimes it's just fun, and then sometimes it's a pain in the ass.
I live my life by white lies.
And poetry is white lies.
Second language is white lies too.
As well as the first.
But language is the only way
to hide love.
White, black, transparent,
or
I think the dominator model will always exist in each person, just like each person has partnership qualities. After learning more about history, it does seem to me now that humans are in a process, however inconsistent and drawn-out, of recovering from extreme sexism—which reached absurd levels when people started promoting Yahweh ~3500 years ago, culminating maybe with Christianity around the first century—over millennia.
Naoko knew all too well how difficult it was to imbibe the air of a foreign culture. She had matriculated for a year at the University of Santa Barbara to study saxophone and marked each day as a progression from one shameful moment to the next.
It’s that night in the summer when your open windows mean nothing, when your bed is just stuffed heat
My daughter stood on tiptoe by the metal grocery cart and told me we needed two more bags of Colby Jack.
StreetRepeat is an online project curated by photographer Julie Hrudova that aims to recognize similarities and repetition within the genre of street photography. Hrudova arranges each entry on the
