No Frigate Like a Book
Book Photo Challenge:
June 5, 2014
Books in a Bag: The Avian Gospels book 1 by Adam Novy
For me to buy a purse is has to be able to hold at least one book and my writing notebooks.
The most romantic love stories are the ones where nobody ever gets what they want because they are always pretending they don’t want it.by Chelsea Martin from EVEN THOUGH I DON’T MISS YOU. (via wordsforstrangers)
(via wordsforstrangers)WORDS FOR STRANGE HERS
August burns on and a quiet resin lifts from my skin.
The ruins of my body idling on the couch. Drunk again
or just resigned to erase another day with baseball
and sleep and paperbacks. You have left your earrings
and they weigh down the coffee table, big rings
nuzzling each other. I love being alone and watching
the rungs of a lean man edging off the bag into a lonely
spin towards second base. The days sometimes bend together
with nothing but sun stains, in through the windows
on my bare legs. Cigarettes. Missed Calls. The brain
is such a hapless animal. That praises the length
of each inning, of a ballgame. The length of the season.
The shapes the shadows make on the field. Snowy screen.
The slow trot of this sport—geometry on the TV.
Happy pre-release day to me!
If you are wondering how I am,
I am fine.
If you are wondering what I am doing,
I am missing you
in the aisles of the supermarket
where we decide which tea
is best and which salad
is best and
look it’s this one right here
because this salad
has rice in it
and we both will enjoy
Sarah Jean Alexander (via Hobart)
(via markcugini)The Big Lucks Tumbl'n Party Down The Line
While you and I are ostensibly talking about “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” what we are actually doing, since neither of us has seen it, is comparing social media feeds.Karl Taro Greenfeld - Faking Cultural Literacy. (via ishmaelillo)
There are many
social conditions that
the human mind
has adapted to already
but it seems we still can’t
figure out how
to back away from one person
when we know
we don’t deserve them
and we still can’t help
making our mothers cry
if we know we will feel triumphant
for only 5 minutes.
(via biglucks)Boston Poetry Slam
How about this season of “Game of Thrones” and that nonconsensual intercourse in the crypt? I don’t watch the show, but I’ve scanned the recaps on Vulture.com, and I am prepared to argue that this was deeply offensive.Faking Cultural Literacy - NYTimes.com :: SF/LD author, Karl Taro Greenfeld
for my dad, william marshall
I will listen to Roy Orbison and I will take off my makeup with face wipes.
All life emerges from the organization of elements.
I will change out of the lace sack dress and change into a white v-neck, brown leggings.
I have a paint sample in my throat. I have images in my lower back.
Images on a screen to emerge through an organized light pattern.
Walking to the liquor store, I will pet a dog named Kelly and I will think his name as
George. I will say to him, “hi, cute baby guy,” and his owner will say, “yeah,”
stretching out the A-sound.
I am skin and moles.
I will give birth to dog people.
We are listening to New Order with the blanket over our heads. Your PC under the blanket is our companion. You touch me again and again. It is very early.
Did I tell you about that dream? My dick becomes a giant sail. It saves us from drowning in the Indian Ocean, the coughing laughs that make you happy. Your breasts were, for whatever reason, two continents.
I am lucky to live during this time. Even though I have a Tumblr. I am an old and wealthy peasant. I produce my own syrup. I cut gigantic stalks of wheat that never die. I like you because you work hard at loving other people.Gregory Zorko: Syrup, Hobart (via swingingaxes) SWINGING AXES