Ever since i was little I've wanted to be a Palmer girl.

 

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin

 "That was in June, fish-fly season, where each year our town is covered by the flotsam of those ephemeral insects. Rising in clouds from the algae in the polluted lake, they blacken windows, coat cars and streetlamps, plaster the municipal docks and festoon the rigging of sailboats, always in the same brown ubiquity of flying scum."

I'd no sooner call this book a novel rather than a book of poems, as every paragraph is a beautiful jumble of words.

"Nobody's grandfather had died, nobody's grandmother, nobody's parents, only a few dogs: Tom Burke's Beagle, Muffin, who choked on Bazooka Joe bubble gum, and then that summer, a creature who in dog years was still a puppy - Cecilia Lisbon."

bit of an epic read.

"haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachewwwwaaahhhhh"

rough love

words by E. E. Cummings

nearer:breath of my breath:take not they tingling
limbs from me:make my pain their crazy meal
letting they tigers of smooth sweetness steal
slowly in dumb blossoms of new mingling:
deeper:blood of my blood:with upwardcringing
swiftness plunge these leopards of white ream
this pith of darkness:carve an evilfringing
flower of madness on gritted lips
and on sprawled eyes squirming with light insane
chisel the killing flame that dizzily grips.

Querying greys between mouthed houses curl

thirstily.  Dead stars stink.  dawn.  Inane,

the poetic carcass of a girl

my obsession with the plastic bag begun.