"we sing as the sky falls down
we sing as the sky collapses
and make what we can of it
it's ok
we're all going to end up dead and gone."
--Tunng, "Hands"
.
temporary-ness.
everything.
hopelessly, not my own.
flashings else's.
fleetings dyings-off.
and I'm left
only one?
the only--
only?
bone thin bone.
I'm not afraid of disappearing.
Just afraid of everything else
Leaving before I'm gone.

weeds//sidewalk-cracks by Leslie Albanese is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
30 April 2011
29 April 2011
26 April 2011
just woke up from a dream about my thesis.
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UPDATE: I wrote that sardonically, but it really has been a good day. Just to put this thing in perspective, I have a 20 page theoretical introduction to my actual work, and an additional 4 pages (4 pages!) of Work Cited. yikes.
...it's gonna be a good day.
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UPDATE: I wrote that sardonically, but it really has been a good day. Just to put this thing in perspective, I have a 20 page theoretical introduction to my actual work, and an additional 4 pages (4 pages!) of Work Cited. yikes.
25 April 2011
don't forget the flowers, someday
[i know you will].
Our memories are such selective mischief-makers, aren't they?
here's to:
- big-bully/silly-momma/the vampire-in-the-chair game
- fox and the chicken
- ghost-folks on first and second
- sun salutations in the wee hours
- rock hounds
- and historic mounds
- and hand-me-down ice-skates
- newspaper routes
- homemade playdough
- looms
- and yarn
- and rock tumblers
- red wagon race
- bags on my feet
- letters from TF
- meteor-watchin' past bed-time
- bonzettes
- Daley-Poe, and L-Poe and Little-Poe, too
- craft sales and
- library summer reading programs
- butterfly netting
- firefly catching
- wrestling matching
- living-room performances
- and spies out the way-back
- mmmm i wanna linger
- ya skunk
- wanna Scrambled Dog?
- beat ya in the clean-plate-club
19 April 2011
Cat Stevens' "Trouble"
Is still the saddest, most heart-wrenching thing I've ever felt/heard.
And I can't take it off repeat.
And I can't take it off repeat.
17 April 2011
I'm a tornado.
You are the dust. You're all around, and you're inside.
You are the nature, I'm the roar that comes from you.
You are the nature, I'm the roar that comes from you.
I'm a tornado, you are the fences that will fall
But still surround me.
I'm a tornado.
I'm a tornado.
I'm a tornado.
But still surround me.
I'm a tornado.
I'm a tornado.
I'm a tornado.
(words by Sharon Van Etten).
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