I'll live my life in fancy coincidences

There are only so many thoughts you can take
until your mind falls away to the hedges.


There is only one breath between you, and the one who becomes thoughtless.
Terrible dancer, go hurriedly away tonight. Fly back to the bluffs and the cottages and the lark-singing boy among trails, trails into mossy glades.


Forgotten spirits, and vernacular bulges. I foam past islands and lose in the great lark of things.
Lose the framed-ness of minutiae, lob off you old great sport, keep going, damnit, pray forward.


For you are the way, and the light, and round at the edges. I see lips and eyes and hands.

somewhere between the future and the present

Thank goodness for literature

• "Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- 

Just like Gatsby, looking across the water to the green light on Daisy's dock. It was the promise of having. Knowing there is possible hope in the future like a warm, glowing rock to hold onto.

I never understood the relevance of this book to my life until now.

And Allen Ginsberg, you buddhist, enlightened poet you.

“I really would like to stop working forever–never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now–and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And I’d like to keep living with someone — maybe even a man — and explore relationships that way. And cultivate my perceptions, cultivate the visionary thing in me. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence.”
― Allen Ginsberg

I'm inspired by the Beat Poets.

-Allen Ginsberg, Wild Orphan

Small things help me put myself together again. Future plans, quiet moments.

finding myself

I can only describe the last few months of my life as unraveling. 


The intensity of sadness and loss of identity makes me feel like I took my entire life apart and have had to slowly piece it back together again.

Lately, my days have been slow and enjoyable. I'm not working, so I have time to just go to class and read in the afternoons. I ski often, and have been cooking better dinners. Everything feels slow. It feels so different.

So I wanted to come back here. I wanted to make Robin a home in the interweb.

So, self, welcome home.