This post was written by the boyfriend, Charlie. In the very early morning when it’s coal-blue black and quiet like ice and rocks and bears — that’s when I can breathe. I can breathe because the weight of the whole world of people is lifted like a veil from the earth when they are asleep. … CONTINUE READING »
On the last count
03/15/2012
This post is by the boyfriend, Charlie. The reason I have trouble promising her I won’t jump out of an airplane someday has a lot to do with my affinity for black metal. And that’s a weird corollary I know… and you’ve probably hit the big red X up there in the right corner of … CONTINUE READING »
A binary cake life
02/02/2012
+ This post was written by the boyfriend, Charlie. + There’s place where water makes a four-foot plunge over a rock older than words and dust. Add in a dash of prismatic engineering — the right seasonal axis of the Earth — and you have the greatest tone, tint, and general makeup of the color … CONTINUE READING »
Too cold to snow
01/06/2012
[The boyfriend wrote this. I thought it was something that should be shared.] Under the patchwork layers of insulation was a boy, and under the boy were green waterproof boots which held two layers of woolen socks. Inside the socks were sweaty boy feet. Traditionally, on the end of feet there should be toes of some … CONTINUE READING »
DIY: How to make your own holiday wreath
12/18/2011
The following post was written by my surprisingly DIY-crafty boyfriend, C. I learned how to make wreaths in a small room of a giant barn. In that room there was a pot-belly wood stove and a long barn lumber table. Everything smelled of smoke and tool oil and cedar. And we were all really, super stoned. … CONTINUE READING »
