in like a lion

March is my favorite month in North Carolina, because unlike in Minneapolis and Chicago and even Baltimore, spring actually happens here in March. There’s cold days, and there’ll be another cold snap, probably, but the sun starts to shine and the flowers start to bloom and winter starts to retreat, and it all makes me…

weekend in west virginia

I drove up to West Fuckin’ Virginia on Friday to spend the weekend with the lovely lady H and Dr. N. The company was excellent, West Virginia is gorgeous, and we ate ourselves stupid and drank red wine and talked about music, and books, and photography, and making art. The kind of recharging weekend with…

you knew the poetry

Three of Cups (Marty McConnell) at some point it becomes true that all stories are love stories. all making, love making. I didn’t make this rule. but it binds me all the same. I wish there were a law against condescending against love. against the economy of fear that says your joy means less joy…

i am the shiver down your spine

you are the lump in my throat i am the aching in your heart [John Doe, “The Golden State”] This song is either the creepiest romantic song I have ever heard, or the most romantic creepy song. I can’t decide. It’s gorgeous, regardless. Go tell the people you love that you love them. Actually, do…

tell her i’ve been wasted since last week

carrboro farmer’s market, originally uploaded by minervacat. “But, – and there it is, – we want to live and move, though we have no reason to, because it happens that it is the nature of life to live and move, to want to live and move. If it were not for this, life would be…