Autumn is like this.

The days connect in chains
forming the shape of a year
curving up-down like your back
when you bend over in the shower
your spine acting as meridian
splitting the water droplets
carelessly seeking solace
running down your lengths
collecting in your hollows and valleys

Just like the days piled up
wrinkled and haphazardly discarded
in the form of the pants skirts shirts
flung about the room in pale light as
I hook finger and thumb in the band
of my stockings with the tear on one thigh
tip-toe leg up on the edge of the bed
and I try to be graceful and round
when I turn to see if you are watching
I love it when you watch me

Just like the days that are stark and bitter
and make us a little bit embarrassed
so we cover up with hats boots coats
and I keep to myself when I walk
down the street to my house
where at night cotton sheets and a down duvet
will exist around me with the indifference
of two strangers and I will toss and kick beneath them
as I think of you and me wet in the shower
And I just want to touch you.

Wanderlust Art Show: Support local art!

On Friday, August 21 at 7PM the Che Cafe, on the UCSD campus in La Jolla, CA, will be home to the Wanderlust Art Show, featuring an awesome array of local San Diego artists, exhibiting a variety of mediums, from photography, mixed media, even live art (Michael Proft is featured as one of the live artists, and his work is absolutely incredible). There will also be music by the lovely and talented vocalist Erika Davies and the ethereal yet solid Joel P. West, and and and!!! Free food!

All of this for only $7 dollars, which go to support these art shows! Quite a good deal, if I do say so myself.

Wanderlust Art Show, Friday, August 21, 7PM @ Che Cafe, $7. Do it.

(as of yet) Untitled

Sit down.

There is no light there. only cold, old decay.

mottled buildings in winter drab.

the sun is cruel, disdainful. it will not say
it likes you,
needs you,
loves you.

Sit.
Down.

Toil for nothing, work for nothing, want?

For nothing.

Reduced to existence for a pittance and a facsimile of

life.

but not here, no. There is love here.

This is a love, unlike any other love

this is a love with
teeth

that bites through your skin and
sinks
itself
in
(like red ink on a white shirt)

This is a love that doesn't take no for an answer
that breaks down the door
(you didn't know it was there)
opens itself to envelop you-

sit down,

you are safe here.

This is a love that will pull your hair and then stroke it softly
a sweater or slap, depending on the mood.

This is a love that will not waver,

Will follow and lead you.

This is a love that is yours,
This
is
a
love

That is

Ours.

Archaic

Cold intelligence leaves me fried – dead
In this time of the world     multi-folliated disorders
Straighten (my) to walk     the minutia do not favor me
I have wanted to go out     to see the landscapes
           (to me)

But the exits are slippery with people
who quickly go to some side
each one with a shared past
and the right word and I so outside – I pass
with my inspirations of nocturnal stairs my
utopic inclination.

But I follow lives here
in this town catched in a narrow bow
of inclines and trebles
but the old directions
that I drew for you
are obsolete.

I have here how
to arrive at me
I wrote –
malconstructed the distance
do not take something for the way
everything could be
closed
is not a “modern” site
you arrived (starving, raving, ravishing) at midnight
I gave you warmed food
I served you – as brandy
I put them, “Barricaded mysteries”
The only jazz in the house.

We spoke over hours
of minor and major sadnesses
we ended up laughing by ourselves

to the light of a deep silver at dawn.

The First.

Everyone said I should get a blog. I resisted, had a bag full of excuses; no time to blog, my work isn't ready, I only work in print, I'll get a bunch of art out over the summer, you'll see, blah blah. Now, with less than a month left before the fall term starts again, I've realized I spent my summer taking classes I dislike so much I refuse to take them during the school year, avoiding my awkward roommate, being a mindless wage slave and generally not being that creative being I so ardently assured Everyone I'd be. Today I went to the post office with my boyfriend to mail out his band's 7" record (

Check Them out: The Paddle Boat

) to various music-y places, and I noticed he seemed quite dejected. When I asked him what was wrong, he replied, I dunno, it just seems pointless. Nothing ever happens when I do this, and I feel like I won't get anywhere. To which I replied, No! This is crucial! Something will happen if you keep trying! You've got to put in work to get results! This is when I realized I should've been looking in the mirror and talking to myself. So basically, this blog will be my attempt to 'put in work', namely, get my writing (and other creative outbursts I may have) out into the world and try to make something of them, and myself.

I hope it works.