Journal

Cherry

Brazil v Croatia from Sao Paulo 13 June 2006

The third game of the World Cup finds us crammed into a tiny square in Sao Paulo....

the future laughing now

What if an apocalypse happened and no one noticed? The lime trees still cast their dust down In front of the blocks on Walworth road. What if the Elephant continued to gleam, where once I (buses autonomous and gold -windowed in rain)

Bind In Silence

I am Second, bound in chains. The First is in his prime, his fullest of form. He gathers power, he gathers false words. He will fall, with all his principles. The Second is on a journey, He is more like me. Except that -
Cherry

Argentina v Ivory Coast from Buenos Aires 10 June 2006

The second missive from the World Cup in South America....
Cherry

Ecuador v Poland from Quito 9 June 2006

The first missive of the South American tour - I'm following the World Cup around south America, watching the games from the country involved.

Shuriken Checks In

The foyer of the Drury Inn is gilded, draped with chandeliers and reads like a pickled twenties ballroom. The kind of place where detectives ghost round, investigating glamorous throttlings, pouring brandy from decanters

fashion-house

The past is never far behind us, or, so says my street-spirit. Trudging along on the 91, I see him. Sitting, scratching the itchy concrete (it can't be good for his fingernails)

Make Fun

My boyfriend had been breaking my heart, as you read in a prior journal story.... Well, he began to make fun of me in a phone conversation, and so, I told him, I said, "If you don't quit then I'm going to hang up on you."

Don't say you love me, and then break my heart

Have you ever been so sad that you just don't want to do anything but write, or type, or cry? Thats how I feel... The truth is, I love my boyfriend, I really do. But every time I talk to him he breaks my hearts with his comments, or his words. He doesn't realize or mean to hurt me, but some times the consequences of our actions go unnoticed. All I can ever find is saddness. When I'm with him it disappears, when I talk to him it's like it never happened or he never did it. Then he says one small sentence, or makes a comment, and I fall to pieces inside.

Baseball

The Hall of Legends Cooperstown is a small, rural village in upstate New York, just South of Utica. The rolling hills and well ordered farms that surround the town might just as easily be found in Kansas or Iowa.