January 2011
12 posts
“She let herself sink backward among the pillows, and already Mr. Palmato was on...”
– Via Laplams Quarterly:
Edith Wharton, from Beatrice Palmato, a prose fragment. Happy Birthday Edith! Who wants to finish her erotic incest novel as a present? (via laphamsquarterly)
Su Blackwell's Beautiful Paper Art →
(via My Love For You is a Stampede of Horses)
The Mountain Goats - The Bad Doctor (Bitter...
Crystal Brass Nuckles →
Old exposé of artist Debra Baxter’s brilliant invention, courtesy of My Love for You is a Stampede of Horses.
I need to mine myself a set of these.
My lips, the tradition of kissing off the past...
Summer Solstice
Stacie Cassarino
I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow, my pockets filling with flowers. Then I remembered, it’s you I miss in the brightness and body of every living name: rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch. You are the green wonder of June, root and quasar, the thirst for salt. When I finally...
What Is It About 20-Somethings? (NYT) →
