March 2011
56 posts
5 minute poem
the sun is beginning
to shine again.
la folie revenant
rnh, 3-28-11
What is simpler,
what is more self-validating
than, after these years,
regarding an infallible truth:
nothing spectacular
about the way he speaks;
little to be known
of his past or future,
stolen in the wake of other,
less adequate beings;
admiring are those eyes—
wrenching stare, eyebrows lifted,
as if to say:
“I thought I would find something”;
silenced by...
“Virginia Woolf, “Mrs. Dalloway” —exerpt—-
“Clarissa...”
walrus the wise.
rnh, 3-13-11
—It’s sort of like a story, isn’t it? Of things coming together and coming undone.
—Shitty story.
—How can you be sure?
—There are other people to take care of that.
—Oh.
—So what now?
—Have we ever known? Does anybody know?
—Probably not.
—We’re mistaking this for something far less (or more) complicated.
—What do you...
Jason Smick
1-17-93
Jill: June 28, 1984, S.F., CA (“dark blue dress letter,” excerpts)
“Very, very tired of shaving my legs.
Haven’t actually shaved them for two
months. Hoping to soon have as much
hair on these soft, skinny sticks as my
current lover. He is so vibrant, and so
hairy.
One of the reasons I am writing
has to do with an incident a few
years ago. I let a person read...
