Painting: Alfredo Volpi
Friday, August 31, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
this is truman
Our rescued hound dog. He almost died. We're having a fundraiser in San Francisco on Friday, September 14th to help pay his medical bills. Join us?
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
it has been
Lighting new cigarettes,
pouring more
drinks.
It has been a beautiful fight.
Still
is.
from Bukowski via Books vs. Cigarettes
pouring more
drinks.
It has been a beautiful fight.
Still
is.
from Bukowski via Books vs. Cigarettes
Monday, August 20, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
the texture of her family
She was just beginning to speak in short sentences. She was at the juncture in her babyhood when it was possible she knew everything worth knowing. She understood the texture of her family; she understood territory and rage and love, although she couldn't say much more than ball and moo, I want, pretty girl, and bad dog. From A Map of the World, Jane Hamilton
Saturday, August 4, 2012
meeting, never to meet again
I knew I wanted to kiss your eyelids.
This is why I kept staring
Past you, as if to a cold horizon.
You were not boring me, as you thought.
I was looking to where you stood
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