gecko.

you do look a little ill.

but we can do something about that now.

can't we.

the fact is your a shocking wreck.

do you hear me.

If you're in Savannah today, you know what I know.
It's oatmeal weather: dark as midnight, cold, and incessantly rainy.

Knuckles of the rain

on the roof,

chuckles into the drain-

pipe, spatters on

the leaves that litter

the grass. Melancholy

morning, the tide full

in the bay, an overflowing

bowl. At least, no wind,

no roughness in the sky,

its gray face bedraggled

by its tears.
May Swenson, October

today was: staying in bed, cigarettes, and arthur miller. but damn it was beautiful weather, so glad i got these windows.

How will it be

to lie in the sky

without roof or door

and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift

how will I hide?
Mary Swenson, Question

so freshh, so lovely.

more swelled

yumm. swollen ovaries.

i want a shot glass garden.
all garlic. yum.

hey the suns out here- does that mean it's almost spring?
does it huh?

bronze

oh catsup

stolen flowers

sad news from prussia:

attention!
eat your vegg's.

What up gangsters, and clowns.
Camera has, once again, fucking died.
Fuck you Nikon.
Fuck you.

I'm buyin a Mamiya. One day.
Fuck 35mm, even if it is digital.
I'm just angry, really I do like my camera.