July 2012
15 posts
Chicken
cavecanemoffsiteawp:
by NANDI COMER
I find my husband at our kitchen sink,
wrist-deep in the chest of our daughter’s
chicken. Nearby, she sticks a pale finger
into a bloody clump of feathers on the counter.
He’s wrung the bird’s neck all wrong.
The head hangs by mangled threads of skin,
and shakes every time he rams his hand
down its cavity. I shove him aside.
Using my...
What I Wish I'd Said
My friend Caroline wrote this after her college transfer apps were already in, the words she wished she could have risked saying to her interviewer. So many kids feel this way now, with the ridiculous college application process that has become the norm for kids who want a chance to go to elite schools. These words are important. Take a minute to read them.
becoming-light:
To School C....
Gabe Rosenberg: Of Clever Titles and Hip-Hop →
Gabe Rosenberg just gave my music a really nice write-up on his blog. Good looking out, Gabe. Much appreciated.
gaberosenberg:
<a href=”http://joshsmithmusic.bandcamp.com/track/stutter-steps” data-mce-href=”http://joshsmithmusic.bandcamp.com/track/stutter-steps”>Stutter Steps by Josh Smith</a>
I wrote up the collaboration Mel and Josh a few months...
“There are people who see something beautiful happening and they say ‘I...”
– Jon Sands
I feel you Frank.
frankocean:
travel far lone wolf live long lone wolf when it’s cold, make a pact with the wind lone wolf not a pack lone wolf we see your shadow lone wolf we know the way you love it the darkness stays lone wolf don’t call or cry for it howl for the light lone wolf survive the night lone wolf.
“He heard the horse behind him and would have turned to look but that he heard it...”
– Cormac McCarthy
“I’m a poet. The people I love will always be somewhere else.”
– Kait Rokowski (4/8/11, late night walk during CUPSI 2011)
Fierce.
bostonpoetryslam:
Simone Beaubien...
“There must be a train station
never arrived at
smoky boxcar teak
and rum; a...”
– Nicole Terez Dutton, “Elements” (via aubade)
“You are almost dying, smooth
thin wrists, all the time. This is
what waiting...”
– Nicole Terez Dutton, “Chaser” 