He said that time doesn’t pass the same for
everyone. When you go fast, he said, the world around you changes shape, and
time outside starts moving slower.
tear in the fabric
Kashi Mai is a photographer who has lived in Japan, Ireland, Texas, Mexico, and Milwaukee. She has had exhibitions in Wisconsin and Ireland. Her photos have been used on various websites including HeadStuff.org.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
i'm froze
"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit."
Charles Bukowski
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
as the propping of girls' uchimata feet
"Although I did not share my father's intense aversion to ugliness, which often led us to associate with stupid people, I felt vaguely uncomfortable with anyone devoid of physical charms. Their resignation to the fact that they were unattractive seemed to me somehow indecent."
Monday, February 9, 2015
Ohio Behind Us
When we ask our mother how long we'll be here,
sometimes she says for a while and sometimes
she tells us not to ask anymore
because she doesn't know how long we'll stay
in the house where she grew up
on the land she's always known.
she tells us not to ask anymore
because she doesn't know how long we'll stay
in the house where she grew up
on the land she's always known.
When we ask, she tells us
this is where she used to belong
but her sister, Caroline, our aunt Kay, has moved
to the North,
her brother Odell is dead now,
and her baby brother, Robert, says he's almost saved
enough money to follow Caroline to New York City.
this is where she used to belong
but her sister, Caroline, our aunt Kay, has moved
to the North,
her brother Odell is dead now,
and her baby brother, Robert, says he's almost saved
enough money to follow Caroline to New York City.
Maybe I should go there, too, my mother says.
Everyone else, she says,
has a new place to be now.
Everyone else, she says,
has a new place to be now.
Everyone else
has gone away.
has gone away.
And now coming back home
isn't really coming back home
at all.
isn't really coming back home
at all.
Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming
Friday, January 2, 2015
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