Monday, December 21, 2009


Leonard came home every day. He did not go out, he did not see friends, nor did he want to; they were all dead.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

sienna feigns shock

1st draft of it after editing for about a full day and night.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

i like this guy. we might be friends.

"question and answer"

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
it had kept them going when
all seemed

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save
me? he

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you're going to have to
save yourself.

still smiling,
a: he lit a
b: he poured
c: gave the blade

--from The Last Night of the Earth Poems

Saturday, December 5, 2009

love is simple.

So I watched "World's Greatest Dad" today (when I really shouldn't have).

Interesting movie-- pretty halfbaked second half, nevertheless pretty amazing idea with pretty rich characterization (the catharsis at the end just wasn't mighty enough). But this scene is going to be with me for sometime.

This man's son, an ABSOLUTE douchebag, accidentally dies while masturbating. Even though this man sort of uses his son's death as a way to fend off his loneliness (though it all comes out in the end), in this moment he so loves his son, even though he doesn't like or understand him, he loved him. even in his twisted, darkly funny death, he loved him. he was his son; love is simple.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Only two of them actually saw the boy go under the truck. The rest of them felt the momentary change in terrain.