oh no you just did not

but i did! I set up a flickr account!

check it: www.flickr.com/photos/ciancaandbjord

 

and Janae's and my website will be up and running hopefully sometime soon, so save the address:

www.ciancaandbjord.com

in the meantime watch this:

love letters and eraser fights

I collect ridiculous items, both tangibly and imaginarily ("imaginarily" belongs to my collection of useful made-up words). This morning around 8:49 I began a mental list of eraser shapes I would make if I were an eraser manufacturer or a rubber mechanic for Archie McPhee's. 

top 2 eraser ideas

(actually they were the only 2 I had before I got distracted)

a no. 2 pencil, authentically sized, shaped and colored, already sharpened

a chinese take-out box with white grains of rice-sized erasers

otherwise, in other words, speaking of exacerbated explorers

Marian is back, after a two-month distraction to someplace I wasn't invited. This time the weather has changed and she hasn't exploded into a million calico pieces yet. Instead, she is sitting curbside on an empty road because no one drives on the pavement in this city. Round water babies slide down her green umbrella, aging with gravity and dying in silent crystal firework splashes all around the rubber soles of her shoes as if they had been stars of silent films. (partial excerpt of a partial paragraph)

I wrote the last chapter before I had the beginning...and this is more or less somewhere in the middleish...so the glimmer train submission department will have to wait just a little longer for Marian to be bundled into their mailbox, courtesy of the U.S. Postal service.

chapter of fascinations

water bodies, especially ones with crashing waves that wish

 they were dragons and wolves and scream with magical starvation

 until i am coerced into martyrdom and leave soaking wet. 

case in point: camping on the Northwest coastline of Scotland.

beach storms in Lincoln City, when Nell can't sleep 

and the ocean tries to spit her body onto shore

but she can't stop diving for the shipwreck she doesn't want to find. 

mcrae ghosts and secrets and quirks and the intricacies of the general insanity 

my clan is adept at theatrically flaunting

pistols

revolvers

cowboys

bedtime stories: bartleby the scrivener

graveyard haikus

lithography in the dark:

i would like to haunt something.

maliciously.

(poltergeist)