Growing up Dying

Rilke is one of my favorites. Beautiful, haunting, concise... this is a great poem from him for the season: Autumn Day Lord: it is time. The...

i found a little, dessicated frog. its legs, its body, leathered by the sun. it wasn't dead, although it would be soon, it lay on the sh...

she laughed at first to think the waking world imposes on my dreams. it's sad she said, that you can't just have fun at night when y...

there's no chance that i've got a new email it's 1am, and i checked it 6 minutes ago. but i check it anyway, just in case, mostl...

It wasn't so much the way the streets were never the same, or so it seemed. and it wasn't the way gelatto melts down the cone to run...

but hilarious, nonetheless... the new pooch, warming up to her new surroundings.

it's times like these that jealousy creeps in alone in bed and waiting for her call. knowing that my life depends on him, or part at lea...