scout's honor

5/08

Tue, 27 Apr 2010 08:05:28 -0700

5/08

Two Doves - The Dirty Projectors

Mon, 26 Apr 2010 23:20:18 -0700

Two Doves - The Dirty Projectors

From the Long Sad Party

Mon, 26 Apr 2010 20:35:16 -0700

By Mark Strand

Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning and the morning goes. Someone was saying how the wind dies down but comes back, how shells are the coffins of wind but the weather continues. It was a long night and someone said something about the moon shedding its white on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead but more of the same. Someone mentioned a city she had been in before the war, a room with two candles against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching. We began to believe the night would not end. Someone was saying the music was over and no one had noticed. Then someone said something about the planets, about the stars, how small they were, how far away.

7/11/09

Mon, 26 Apr 2010 20:24:45 -0700

7/11/09

winter blues

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:00:00 -0800

I stand outside of the classroom, waiting while a friend finishes her first morning cigarette. Snow covers the trees, cars, sometimes the tops of peoples hats, and every last inch of the ground. I listen to my boot crunch down on the sea salt, freshly scattered this morning to melt the ice by men with thick accents. I miss driving down the Pacific Coast Highway after a long day in Malibu. The windows down, five o’clock sunset hovering above the mountains, and as my mother would say, “the sea breeze kissing my hair.”