popserial: Feng Sun Chen, a Pop Serial contributor, has some great poetry up at SoandSo Magazine: http://soandso.org/#/feng-sun-chen/4540784295 Apparently, it is from a longer work called “Groceries.” Feng had 3 poems in the first issue of Pop Serial ( http://www.mediafire.com/?hdykh1d1tmt ): “the astronaut talks to himself,” “4th of July,” and “TRANSITORY.” I find Feng’s poetry […]
. The Last Samurai is one of those books I try to get through multiple times. Each interval is long enough so that I forget why I stopped reading it. I am reminded again. It is pretentious and arrogant. It is an orgy of intellectualism. Excessive intertextuality, allusions, worship of ancient texts and obscure texts, […]
Skies have different personalities depending on your latitude/longtitude.
Another excerpt from the Antelopenvelope summer project:
I wrote you letters. I intercepted them. I put them in a shoebox. I put the shoebox in a bigger box. I put the bigger box at the foot of my bed. I put my bed in a forest. I put the forest in the stomach of forgetting. I put your imaginary friends in the well. I sewed the well shut from the closet side. Great winter coats touched my arms.
The prettiness of a sister comes from the tinyness of shelves.
The prettiness of a sister comes from the tinyness of straps.
The prettiness of a sister comes from the tinyness of embroidery.
From the closet side buckets come in empty and leave full of viscous glitter.
it is so good to know you both have a good time at Batimore, your dad still working at old department, the new dept with old dept have a “arm fight’ for wicht day let your dad to go new position. your dad’s old boss siad he need to hire two people to replace his position because your dad had too much work load and contribution. everything is good here except almost two weeks raining days.
ho, dad already bought a gps for you, it has nice sound to mention when and where to turn or exit hwy.
I like my mom’s emails.