Interested in me? Oh, it’ll pass.

And as the weeks and months ensued
I tried to make myself of use.
I tilled and planted, but could not produce —
not root, nor leaf, nor flower, nor bean; Lord!
It seemed I overwatered everything.

And I hate the sight of that empty air,
like stepping for a missing stair
and falling forth forever blindly:
cannot grab hold of anything! No,
Not I, most blessed among Colleens.

(Source: onlynewsom)

Who’s got a blue football? I’ll be your friend.

Oh, I was surfing in the beautiful light lain there before dusk on Friday. Paddling out, I spied something emerald and tawny bobbing in the swells. Drawing closer, there, unopposed to the breaking surf, I found an ancient, be-barnacled sea turtle. We exchanged pleasantries and separated. What a day!


day 113: joanna newsom’s new album not out yet