Author Archives: anna

i got it out.

tonight pinkerton got stuck in the cd player in my dad’s car.

tonight my dad and i watched noah empty a carton of milk into an overflowing glass of milk. he spilled on his hand and all over the kitchen table. i don’t think he noticed until the milk stopped coming. after … Continue reading →

in an entry dated april 19, 2003, i quoted a bit of to the lighthouse. tonight i went back to page 62 to write my essay for ms. cussler, but i just can’t do it. instead, i’ve reprinted the entire … Continue reading →

when i got home from work tonight i was feeling very sick. i decided i needed some quiet time before i went in the house so i cleaned the car. i found several cds i’ve been looking for: tori amos–to … Continue reading →

“it’s very sunny”

July 11, 2002 [variations on a] confession i cry…it happens. often. when it does, i’m hurting. sometimes i’m ashamed of my tears and sometimes i’m ashamed of my lack of courage, faith, or sympathy, ashamed of my selfishness, or ashamed … Continue reading →

my one on one philosophy is flawed. grapefruit juice simon

simply– it sounds like rain. the way your lips sort of pop when you get halfway through the word…and then the rest of it just floats. it reminds me of the raindrops that fall right before it starts to pour. … Continue reading →

whirling around “out there” not close enough to do any damage harmless becoming less organized weak losing…strength… forgotten