Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
About Me
- Dave
- A recovering "slacker lit-geek," now trying to make good on all that untapped potential he kept hearing about.
friends who care for me
in beds in little rooms
bones beneath my skin
beneath the dust and love
ain't this position familiar
it's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday
-
▼
2004
(320)
-
▼
May
(27)
- Catholic Bishops Want Their MTV
- A Deadhead Sticker on a Cadillac...
- Vacation Story #5--"But I don't mind the days gone...
- Vacation Story # 4--Being an Usher is Difficult
- Vacation Story # 3a--Like a bow, double-knotted
- Vacation Story #3--Famous Last Words (Parental Ad...
- Vacation Story #2--Who's that Girl? Oh. It's Josh.
- Vacation Story #1--Strange Things are Happening...
- This is an Actual Phone Conversation with a Consen...
- "Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ...
- On the Road Again
- Happiness is...
- "I'm a stranger in this town..."
- Storytime
- Thoughts?
- "I am walking on a wire.."
- General News and Grumbling
- In the words of the saints...
- Still Trying to Fix This
- Whoa.
- "An Unfortunate Slight" Here's a fun test of your...
- Complete with Thick Black Frames and Clunky Shoes ...
- The One with The Predictable but Satisfying Ending...
- Must-read I thought this was a fantastic article....
- The Late Spring of Our Discontent Today's been mo...
- Catechlysm blessed are the petulant for they sha...
- Short-form (rough-hewn and green) on my best days...
-
▼
May
(27)
No comments:
Post a Comment