the night sky with its little gift of stars, how when i get to my small universe in brooklyn my lungs take in air like an addict, the way flynn, my dog, scratches my arm to be let under the covers, film that makes you throw up in the movie house sink it is that upsetting, talking until the sun makes its way into the sky again and our voices are hoarse because all we have done is talk, the night after our voices went hoarse when all there is left to do is rub our bodies together like sticks.
Music
leonard cohen, the beatles, natalie merchant, beth orton, cowboy junkies, hildegaard, coldplay, belle and sebastian, simon and garfunkle, a few boys and girls i am friends with, velvet underground, peter paul and mary, krishna das, kings of convenience, pj harvey
Movies
the ice storm, happiness, buffalo 66, daytrippers welcome to the dollhouse, ghost world, my life without me, noise, shortcuts, american beauty, jesus' son, so many others
Television
not for me
Books
raymond carver's anything, shopgirl, purple america, best american poetry and short story anthologies, the velveteen rabbit
Heroes
Clifford the Big Red Dog, The Little Prince, Gregor from Metamorphosis, everyone who voted against Bush
About me: i live in a dreamworld and i like it that way. looking for someone to share it with, besides my little red dog. i'm a very non practicing lawyer, practicing secretary, a writer and believer in true love. i wear lots of black. and ruby red lipstick. i hold grudges. i will call you kitty if i like you.
Who I'd like to meet: an end to this busy loneliness, someone whose heart i can listen to from six to six, those hours when i am not sitting at the silly little cube or getting ready to sit there. someone who doesn't care whether jt leroy is a girl or a boy and knows how much truth versus fiction belongs in a memoir, who will listen to my dog barking and know there is a language there, who will walk me to the stars as if the sky was a parking lot outside some big american store.
Hello stranger, its me Fred... I met u in New York on a train. I went to one of your readings also. I just seen your picture and became to wonder how are you? SO Whats up with you?
starting today, or your today we are going to write poems back and forth. I need inspiration lady and Im ready to start again. I wanted to talk to you about a project Im doing here in Spain and needed your input. I will email you. See you in OCTOBER!
oh how I miss you. I will be back October 13th not sure what dates but that day for sure. i need to see you lovely bones. I had a dream about you. You looked just as lovely as ever.
