Saturday morning—and by morning I mean two am– My apartment shuddered from what sounded like the roar of a fleet of helicopters landing....

I'm bored. I wrote a poem the other day! but dislike posting brand new poems since I'm supposed to submit them to journals and stuff......

“The painter, Cezanne, would leave blank spaces on his canvas when he couldn’t account for the brush strokes, or the color”— “How much of...