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~ Tuesday, August 5 ~
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my fridge

my fridge


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~ Wednesday, July 23 ~
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Feeling inspired by what sorta feels like summer.


~ Friday, July 18 ~
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~ Thursday, July 17 ~
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All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tired. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
— Samuel Beckett

~ Thursday, June 26 ~
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THE SUN BURN WILDER
Maria Barnas

There was a man she could not love
as he never showed his dark side.
You must have one she said.

She turned him round and round and inside out
but this man shone from within.
She did not recognize the madness

in his luminosity. He looked at her in wonder
and she needed this to remind her:
maybe she had been wrong all along

and the darkness looming inside her
was something she could grow out of
like screeching shins in the night

blunt blades carving lengthening bones
when you have to go along with tall people
who say you are growing

and you need to sleep. The tall ones
who know capitals of countries
in different languages and spell them.

Who remember what time you were born
- to the second - even when you ask
but doesn’t the sun burn wilder

and don’t the clouds need to find
new formations. Don’t the deer flee
and chase flocks of resilient birds

- black electric silhouettes that hardly move
on the long lines threading the sky together
with music and crackled speeches -

away from the hilltops into the clearest
water too shallow to hide in
doesn’t it take all this to be born.


~ Sunday, June 22 ~
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Cat hair on a plant, 2013

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Cat hair on a plant, 2013


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~ Saturday, June 21 ~
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Danger, 2013
Andrew at the Portal, 2013

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Danger, 2013

Andrew at the Portal, 2013


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Laine in the weeds, 2013

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Laine in the weeds, 2013


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Charlie eats alone, 2013

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Charlie eats alone, 2013


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~ Friday, May 16 ~
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andreweargle:

chips, Stinson, CA (2014)

Lindsey with tacos, Fruitvale, CA (2014)


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~ Wednesday, May 14 ~
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You as gorgeous as the weather, baby.


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Hula Hoop Harbor

The water like a chemical spill
enchanting my rhythmic mind
as it turns round and round
and and the salt stacks beneath

Alone as I have ever felt I watch her
Slow moving and relaxed
Therapeutic
Finally.

Separated from the pairs and groupings
Such a familiar feeling
I wonder how long it will be this way
How long has it been anyway?

When a weightless corpse
takes up space and is filled with air
But nobody is really in there

The twilight chill rolls in and
I realize I haven’t eaten dinner yet.
I thought I was just
moving my car.

One tribe at a time they stroll away
from the metallic Bay
Into the glowing full moon,
they leave me here just the same

One hula hoop makes a tricycle
she rides away
just her alone
and here I am, me and the Bay


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~ Tuesday, May 6 ~
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My Erotic Double by John Ashbery

He says he doesn’t feel like working today.
It’s just as well. Here in the shade
Behind the house, protected from street noises,   
One can go over all kinds of old feeling,
Throw some away, keep others.
                                             The wordplay
Between us gets very intense when there are   
Fewer feelings around to confuse things.
Another go-round? No, but the last things
You always find to say are charming, and rescue me   
Before the night does. We are afloat
On our dreams as on a barge made of ice,
Shot through with questions and fissures of starlight   
That keep us awake, thinking about the dreams
As they are happening. Some occurrence. You said it.

I said it but I can hide it. But I choose not to.   
Thank you. You are a very pleasant person.   
Thank you. You are too.

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~ Sunday, May 4 ~
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picking flowers on the side of the highway

picking flowers on the side of the highway


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