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“I don’t want to go into my dreams, thank you very much.”

February 14, 2011


“if I say art doesn’t come from the mind, it comes from the place you dream, you may say, ‘well, I wake up screaming in the night. I don’t want to go into my dreams, thank you very much. I don’t want to go into that white-hot center; I’ve spent my life staying out of […]

feb 07 2011

February 7, 2011


once he fell down in the doorway i could no longer sift through all the flour in my vessels all my senses assaulted me i ate half-melted chocolate ice cream at the terminal and folded every piece of clothing we owned to wade through the remaining six hours i lusted for our plane to arrive […]

Flint and Florence

February 2, 2011


“Everything is solvable,” you said, “with the exception of what happened at the corner of Flint and Florence.” That hot summer split right down the middle and I carried it in the back of my ribcage like a sickness that always left me feeling like I was in love but wasn’t in the right place. […]