December 2011
Standing outside in below freezing temperatures, hiding under three layers of insulation. The night sky is still a mottled navy blue. Few stars penetrate the light pollution. After watching its progress for the better part of an hour, the moon has become a torn fingernail, the southern most part still illuminated. The shadow of the earth has consumed the top 3/4 of the moon, and rendered it in a...
“little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I...”
– Raw with Love—Charles Bukowski
Deck the Halls Ball
Cage the elephant reaaaaally sucks live.
