February 2012
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i am i am i am,: this one →
iam-iam-iam:
just say things like, “sex” masturbate to how you’ll quit your job. howl. faint. get over yourself. admit that you’re strange and flailing and nervous and that you slept with him even though you felt the guilt later like a baby in your stomach.
return the calls. go out, enjoy yourself….
January 2012
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the wooden girl did not arrive on foot
she was suddenly there
ancient sea blooms covered up her head
her gaze and the roots of her hair
there she stayed and watched over us
she watched us slowly turn to dust
if we crossed the earth for a thousand years
and only the shadows knew us
i don’t want your laughter to waver
can you live in my absence
closed windows, but the moon still...
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I sat in the garden, spattered
by the great drops of winter,
and it seemed impossible
that beneath all that sadness,
that crumbled solitude,
the roots were still at work
with no one to encourage them.
-Pablo Neruda
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http://www.talesfromthetree.tumblr.com →
submit an original fairy tale to Sparrowtree!
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fairy tales under 250 words is the project of now
A crow can remember a face for up to four years. I can’t even remember five days ago when you told me about God and how he’s not in a box. So anyway, there was a shooting star tonight that landed behind the chain link fence my yard is protected by. You will never guess what it came with. This little elf wearing little elf things and even elf ears. So naturally I tried to pick him...
You started building things at the kitchen table.
I stand and watch you sand.
You are going to build Christmas gifts this year.
And we ran out of time.
The forest is full. You turned me into an owl. I sit on a branch alone. Space is settled. I turned you into an astronaut. You sit on a planet and wait for my return. The well is full of water. You turned it into enchanting. I make terrible wishes and they turn into butterflies. So many butterflies that fly close to my face. Their wings are feathery and they are bugs. If you can remember...
December 2011
2 posts
you are shorter than I am
you laugh louder
you laugh more
you make the face of a hamster and ask me what I think
you built a fort in your room
and I tear it down by accident
-Tao Lin
“Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and...”
– The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
November 2011
3 posts
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“…I wasn’t in a fairy tale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed...”
– Miranda July, It Chooses You
It was one of those nights, when you realize only drunk people care about your tattoos. In fact, it was the night the McDonald’s apple pie burned a hole through my gums. The night when I remembered how I used to write letters to God when I was little and leave them in the backyard on the branch of a tree. And how I would go inside and sit on the couch, looking out the window, waiting for...
October 2011
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“I could roll you to hell I could swim from your heavens I could drive you so safe I could walk you to here Let us float in the tears Let us cry from the laughters When it’s not for some sake And the city’s not near
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But I hope you could hear All the screams from the forest All the ghosts in the trees And the love of a dog Let us float in the tears Let us...
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“Been so many days of longing now
Why should it ever be this far
Where I get...”
– tallest man on earth
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draught of sunshine by carly howard (based on the...
August 2011
4 posts
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
-Audrey Hepburn
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reckless people
speaking ten languages
caught...
Naked Small Talk--poems: Jade & Wrinkles →
nakedsmalltalk:
“Where will we take our pleasures when our bodies have been denied?” Bobby Farina
Every woman:
The Sun
The Moon
The Earth
Sits me down well,
Serves afternoon tea on my hipbone,
Tells me I speak too much with my mouth,
I need to learn to better use my lips.
To stop thinking I’m starving…
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(aaahhh….every take I did had a toilet flush...
July 2011
8 posts
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new song - small lives
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“He never seemed to question his artistic drives, and by his example, I...”
– Patti Smith, Just Kids
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“I don’t know why I’m still afraid
If you weren’t real I would...”
– Joseph Arthur, Honey and the Moon
June 2011
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dreams collapsing into each tiny decision
i understood community. going to the place and standing around. aiming for connections to bodies, language and the future. i could be an artist. i had the tools. it wasn’t politics. not that i knew. it was nothing. it was boredom, turned electric. music from cars. it was watching. watching the scene……. the material of poems is energy itself, not even language. words come...
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my new song
before we lose it
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Naked Small Talk--poems: Apogea 2011 →
nakedsmalltalk:
When we returned, we grew up backwards. There were wolves rushing us towards the moon, but we turned our palms upwards like spells cast hoping the light would lead us somewhere holy. Our bellies were full of books, so we sat exchanging verses, imitating kings in the forests, time didn’t stop,…
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Watchhttp://metropolis.sparrowtree.org
Naked Small Talk--poems: The Equation--inspired by... →
nakedsmalltalk:
There is a symphonied arcade of childhood stuck to your shoe like gum.
It will not leave you, even when the sirens come.
There is a sky built around you that will house you even with each mistake
And the only name it will greet you with is remarkable.
There is plague in your teeth…
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“Oh, I see your face when I close my eyes
Oh, I see the muscles in your legs...”
– cant get enough of sunset rubdown
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May 2011
5 posts
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Simple. new song, rough recording
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WatchSparrowtree’s Metropolis: June 9,10,11,16,17,18 @ 17 Frost Theater of the Arts
8pm
www.sparrowtree.org
a new cut of the classic sci-fi film, fused with dance and set to the music of three live brooklyn bands
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Sometimes, if he breathed long enough and hard enough, right when stepping into the shower, water would let him live there, in the bathroom forever. Water. Oceans that boss you around. Sand that sinks into your teeth. A family vacation to a cigarette butt covered beach, but there were tiny sandwiches with toothpicks at the restaurant by the bay, and that was all that mattered. She had packed...
feeding on pills
keep us happy
keep us still
we’ll dine on the shreds
the buried grass beds
we’re overgrown
we’ve overgrown
the final words you’ve said
are growing and collapsing
around my toes
nobody knows
keeping on in the right time
keeping on in the right time
we’re overgrown
April 2011
8 posts
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i’m chasing the colors that follow you
with grace like the shadows that swallowed what i knew
they’re slowly feeding — eyes closed but knees aren’t kneeling
replaced by the logical seedling
you came first, but now i’m leading
a moon moving us as it does the oceans
and so it is that we’ve set something in motion
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Sunset Rubdown - Us Ones in Between
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“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its...
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