Thursday, October 29, 2009


by Wallace Stevens

 The light is like a spider.
 It crawls over the water.
 It crawls over the edges of the snow.
 It crawls under your eyelids
 And spreads its webs there--
 Its two webs.

 The webs of your eyes
 Are fastened
 To the flesh and bones of you
 As to rafters of grass.

 There are filaments of your eyes
 On the surface of the water
 And in the edges of the snow.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


fillings in notebooks /
i need more fillings in my teeth

you gonna be at the vice thing on halloween?
i had really wanted to see phil elvrum at market hotel. maybe ill still figure that out. the little prince wasn't really going anywhere as a costume idea/ need to think up a replacement fast.
tryna get some xxxxxxxxx too.  i feel a smile.

trying to make a list of thoughtful ways to waste my own time.......


sometimes, without warning or clear cause, i smell you. it's cheap.
like hamster shavings, sweat, your parent's house, old spice. and an ounce of something on fire.


1998. Watching this music video alone in my room was probably my first sexual experience.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

the new yorker

I never used to read the New Yorker, but I do now. I did today.
Often, I do not understand the cartoons.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


i miss him,

i miss myself

Monday, October 12, 2009


Joe Brainard is the best thing that's happened to me this month.
I love him, the "I Remembers", and of course, the Nancys

Saturday, October 10, 2009


does this look like Woody Allen or Andy Warhol to you?

-Sarah C

Friday, October 9, 2009

last season

as close to exactly one year ago as I can be

October 2008



I don't believe in love.
Yo no creo en amor.


Grates, October 2009


Service, September 2009


Murray, August 2009

This is Joe's dog Murray. He needs help brushing his hair. 

of recent

losing a friend
not having a ride
baking things to make the air smell better
hurrying and waiting
talking to jilda
where is my line
should i stay
and wait for your letter
you don't know me anymore
hollow sirens
severe faced witch
i left our topless pumpkins out in the rain, surely they have rotted
we will just have to make new ones

i hope that black lipstick is made out of something toxic

we are one step closer to an aids vaccine but i still write about microbials

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


I just want to read and write and
be calm.
be closer to something like perfect.

Saturday, October 3, 2009