November 2011
7 posts
Broken →
airy3que:
Broken
At dusk, the tree outside my window cuts black lace in the fading sky; in the morning it’s the moisture in mottled buttermilk, the crystalline accrual boiling in a bank of clouds.
Seven years of uneasy sleep mire sight long after waking. Seven years’ faces and places crowd in to be seen; a book’s pages fanned, the somnabulatory narrative worn among them calling out to be...
“Autumn Leaves” - Mills Brothers
Cold...
“Little Person” - Jon Brion (sung...
“Radio Cure” - Wilco
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