Archive for March, 2008
52 days
There has been a taste of summer in the air.
Some say it is strawberry wine. Some say it is blackberry smear on the faces of children. Some say it is piles of grass clippings on the edge of the road. Some say it is sunburns, or clear warm nights or ocean mists or salty sweat [...]
Posted on March 31, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
let’s cry a little
I was driving home from seeing The Other Boleyn Girl and eating large amounts of breakfast food at IHOP with Kayla last night. I had called Andrew twice and nothing -probably playing videogames I decided; he hadn’t gotten much of a chance to do that when I visited last week. Or is it now the [...]
Posted on March 30, 2008 Filed Under Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
House of Cards
I play poker all the time but I have to stop writing my secrets on the backs of the cards.
My opponents read them and snicker.
When I ask what’s funny, they tell me things like “I got a 6 and a 9 of hearts.”
I hold the cards in my right hand.
They tilt to the left; that’s [...]
Posted on March 26, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
taking it back, but not much
i had a dream last night. i flew into boston (as i will do in 3 days) and went to visit jeff at emerson. it took some doing to get me in because there was a list i had to be on at the door and i also needed to show ID at the elevators. [...]
Posted on March 20, 2008 Filed Under Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
2 years later
someone i know wrote one of these and i read it and had to too
freshman
i didn’t socialize with many people at cbna
i met kaylyn the first day and we were pretty close up until the end of sophomore year
kelsey calef and i hung out a lot because we both lived in barrington
she pushed me to [...]
Posted on March 20, 2008 Filed Under Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
Disattaching
I’m rupturing the membranes holding me in this fleshy peach womb. It’s soft between my fingers and on the backs of my knees and under my chin; I breathe it in -the softness.
When I am born it will be coldness sharped-edged and I will cry, but it will be better than letting the salty water [...]
Posted on March 9, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
WILL PRNT 4 FOOD
WILL PRNT 4 FOOD
Originally uploaded by Andrew Burgess
Oh no! My printer is out of work and homeless.
Posted on March 6, 2008 Filed Under Images | Leave a Comment
Tonight
I could walk until the dawn tonight. Just put one foot in front of the other until the sky gets lighter and the mess in my head becomes a bit less tangled.
I could weave blisters into my flesh with all there is to think tonight. Everything’s progressed naturally and still nothing is like what I [...]
Posted on March 4, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Snowed In
Snowed In
Originally uploaded by
Andrew Burgess
That’s what you see when you open up the door to the pool deck. I had to snowshoe over the top of all that in order to pull snow off the roof and try to shovel a bit of it away.
Posted on March 4, 2008 Filed Under Images | Leave a Comment
