Thursday, January 28, 2010. Sunday, November 16, 2008. Just as language has no longer anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most. Of the people who live in cities have lost their connection with the earth; they hang, as it were, in the. Wednesday, October 29, 2008.

Monday, January 25, 2010. Orange cupcakes with orange meringue buttercream. Moping the day I made these, the texture of the frosting and the flavor of the cake turned my frown upside down. 1 stick butter, softened.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005. so after months of waiting for those steves at conde nast to step up and accept the fact that theyve seen the future, and the future is costello, ig ive you. Tuesday, September 20, 2005. That i spend my time off the leash in a restrained and dignified manner.

From the first sentence to the last, I was captivated by this story and the characters that call out to the reader with mystery and beauty and terror, like voices in the night. Is a book to be savored, and John Cotter is an exciting new voice in contemporary fiction.

The cinema is always as perfect as it can be. Wednesday, January 19, 2011. 8220;Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. Love, your scant permutations .

From Ugly Duckling Presse! Do you want the links to open in new windows? Me and my poems. Press, press, press. A Sad Day for Sad Birds. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Well, here is the last of my NaPoRoses. So many roses to go! Posted by Reen link. Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. 28 roses, all in a row.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008. One Hundred Fifty Eighth Entry. Kind of a dry spell for Steven. I run a reading series now. My lungs are empty for a brief moment. Lungs are pitiful bags, unable to beg my cigarettes for relief. Are churches without roofs closer to God? This town will be my line in the dirt for decent people.

We always wonder what is over yonder. When I say we I mean the curious ones, and when I say the curious ones I mean most humans. We always think the grass is greener on the other side. When I say we, I once again am referring to the general population. I was thinking about making a break from the past. I think that each new moment is a break from the past,. Make a break from the past.