Letters to Who

Weekends

11.07.2005 Milestones

The weekend before last was worse than most weekends, save a few. There was a party and a fight. Cops talked to me. It was Jimmy’s birthday. ************* This past weekend was better than that last weekend. There was no party and the person to fight with is gone for now. It is not Jimmy’s [...]

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Letter to Paul

02.06.2005 Milestones

I found your nose in my chicken pie, and lightly sent you smoke and glassy pans and things to bake clay on. No you don’t. I’m a terrible badger of late, making bad on my lightness, my room of books, ashtrays, the precise way I move here and steer the garbage into corners. The foundations [...]

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you like I letter

12.19.2004 Notes on the Fold

slung with slant news; some bells attached to trees smartly knotted betwix sturdy hairs of Bentgrass, St. Augustine, Zoysia, and Throw Rug Green seen some distance up, as from a plane, the way you will be going December 28th. I say I’m fine, sans severance, the tall columns of lofty hotel lightness. It’s bulldozer cold [...]

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Cole Swenson’s Oh

11.27.2004 Milestones

and did you know she’s writing a book called The Glass Age and I think she is love. Or what I would be if derivative, delectable, and sparse. Andy and Melissa are cooking the bird right now and Kristi bunnied in to say it looks ‘gorgeous’. I say whatever, what with that oily skin and [...]

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HelloHello

10.10.2004 Milestones

I’m watching Fran and Gay propagandate on camera right now. Fran said she likes the way my toes move up and down & I’m thinking, is that a proposition? Then of course I think of you or maybe walking on your thighs, possibly showing you an oboe reed. Oh I played the oboe, Buster. When [...]

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Charlie Letter

09.10.2004 Poems

I am not sure knowledge is pure and this is troubling me today. So you say spoonbread and I’ll take that. But knowing is only the half of it, can you tell I’m reading Emily D? She is my little pincer. So don’t take offense. It’s busy bearing down and writing tinges of things, tired [...]

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Reading

01.30.2004 Milestones

It goes like this. The floor is covered in sheets. Not your sheets and they crunch and you’re laughing laying there, adjusting to someone , not sure if his eyes are blue or green, pale though, and smug. There’s no looking at him, so turn around. How warm everything is because his hands are cold. You’re hating [...]

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New Years

01.06.2004 Milestones

So Christmas is over. I hope you’re happy. And New Year’s too—just to keep things interesting—it’s over. I drank 2 beers on New Years Eve, (What should we toast to? Oh, I don’t know. To this shit life. To this shit life). Only two, but I pretended to be drunk. I didn’t want to go home. [...]

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Extended Reality

12.28.2003 Milestones

So. Someone drunk told me to write something real. Real, huh? Real like the oranges sagging in my backyard? Are those oranges real enough? No. I’m sure they’re not. Not even drunk, will you give me an orange. So I’ll move us into Christmas. I’ll tell you about a tree that my mother covered with [...]

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Recording

11.04.2003 Milestones

Do you remember recording? That Sunday, it was so fucking hot, but we recorded anyway, tapping the microphone, check, check. So I bought ice cream like you wanted. Hauled ice cream up the hot third floor and dug two spoons in it. We ate from the same cup, and the sun—we wanted it in the [...]

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