So here it is: the imperceptible blastula, floating through the jetsam and flotsam of a fecund womb. Here are the son cells, dividing, forming the roots of his future self—everything so carefully planned and yet nothing really determined.
Or is it?
Maybe his life is already known, already printed there in some unseen blueprint of a newborn […]
Filed under: Blather on June 22nd, 2007 | No Comments »
It might be a line in a song, a corner of a painting, a hand or word or tongue. A possibility. An arrowhead, aimed outward, your surrogate defense. It might be everything digging inward, deeper, impregnating you and waking you up: gently, smoothly, surely. It might be all of these things, or it might be […]
Filed under: Blather on June 22nd, 2007 | No Comments »
Let me speak plainly. Things move, the atmosphere shifts, ribs sigh, and a boy is hardened by a lifetime of heartache. I dawdle. I pause, breathe deeply, and want time to move and I want it to stop. The conflict grinds at the fulcrum; just my palpitating heart.
Let me tell you.
I eat up days. I […]
Filed under: Blather on June 15th, 2007 | No Comments »
Sit here, write this, don’t worry about anything else but this word and this sentence and this moment, sitting here, with the screen in front of you (clawing, begging, draining), and the day becoming later and later and then early, abominably early, morning hours of the next day. The next day.
“This is blather,” she says, […]
Filed under: Blather on June 13th, 2007 | No Comments »
This is the locked box of things unsaid. These are the dreams of a wallflower brain, holed up in some bar of invisibility, where nobody speaks or sings or talks about the money they’ll make or the pussy they’ll score but instead lies down on the wooden floor and falls asleep. As if to say: […]
Filed under: Blather on June 12th, 2007 | No Comments »
How can you not love this little guy? Meet our new puppy — Kiefer.
Ubercute.
Filed under: Blather on June 7th, 2007 | No Comments »
To drag queens and blood money.
In one corner, a girl quivers like a washing machine. A needle propels toward a vein. A jugular bulges, a book burns, and a butterfly lands on a filthy jar. The user has sores that vomit something like mayonnaise, and–somewhere–I can hear five toes curling.
On the avenue, where streets wrap […]
Filed under: Blather on June 7th, 2007 | 1 Comment »
“Who I am.”
There is a fan belt breaking through its skin, a moth cutting through its chrysalis, and a fetus developing eyelashes in a womb. Wednesday. There are worms suckling sidewalks and men tripping switches in basements. We are standing here — in the middle of the day — thinking of who we are while […]
Filed under: Blather on June 7th, 2007 | No Comments »
“We had sex in a bathtub.”
She is biting off her hangnail, staring at her feet, giggling nervously and sniffling.
“Oh?”
She seems awkward, asexual, too bored for sex in a bathtub. Her hip-bones would touch either side of the porcelain. He would lay like a straight sardine. He: skinny and freckled with quick fingers and knobby knees. […]
Filed under: Blather on June 7th, 2007 | No Comments »
JCPenney just released a new application called “JCPToday.”
Interesting concept, I suppose. Is anyone using this?
According to JCP, JCPToday provides up-to-the-minute information on shopping news and special offers direct from the source.
I could see how this could be useful to identify sales, etc. I wish they would provide this stuff in an RSS feed […]
Filed under: Blather on June 7th, 2007 | No Comments »
