June 2009
1 post
I miss it a little, the bullets we shot through books. Now it’s all about shipwrecks and you’ll not feel the drowning. deer huckleberry, maybe its just the growing wrinkles in our brow. maybe it is the new honeysuckle growing outside of our window shutting closed the windows. maybe it is big eyes and a quiet stare, but whatever it is you and i are closing a door and sticking it closed...
March 2009
1 post
raspberry tears
deer huckleberry,
i feel as though there is a hole in my chest. my sticky honey fingers are morphing into blackberries and they are smearing everything around me. i have lost my love with the chocolate locks, and a part of me is missing. what sweet tears you could see if you would only look into the back of the green and blue and black. i keep packing my suitcase with string and sweet things in...
February 2009
1 post
a moon i want to hold
dear bambi, it’s been some time since i last wrote. i’ve been hiding under blankets, away from the cold. somedays i peak out and see your hoof prints in the snow and i’m so happy you’ve been by. i lost my bag of words somewhere so i am going to borrow some.
Enjoy. I love you.
Huckleberry You’re like a little fruit you’re like a moon i want to hold i said...
December 2008
5 posts
oh huckleberry,
we are miles apart, me swimming knee deep in shrimp water where the sun’s too bright while you are in the mountains blowing heart smoke rings holdin hands with your papa. and now i’m waking up every morning and not thinking about how bad things have been because we’re having marmalade mondays and treacle tart tuesdays, and we haven’t got time to be unhappy....
this is an old though but it was just for you huck
This is what is because without our whiskey bellies and empty bedrooms our toes would still remain cold every night and we would freeze, no longer existing as the down south sugar canes that kiss you with their whiskers and whom you love. Before this room became everything it was meant to be, there was silence in the wood chips and full wine glasses waiting to be spilled, and they are separate...
tell me then, why must it hurt? why must we feel continents away when our fingers can touch through the paper, through the walls? i whisper things in my sleep in hopes that you will find them. they lace my wall and i think that is the only reason i am warm. perhaps they don’t reach you and i keep writing and it is only building the walls thicker than we came even though we feel as though...
photo by: olivia locher
dear bambi,
we move like ghosts at times and others like true bloods. i told you before we are karmic and not intentional. it’s intended and i need you. need you for whiskey cider and flannel sheets and secrets and frosted couchpillows. need you the next morning when i make mistakes i can’t confide in others. and baby i know why you doubt me sometimes. but...
deer huckleberry:
what happens when our fingers drift apart? the weather is changing and i feel we are drifting. i want to see your words floating off the page. come carry the moon with me.
bambi
November 2008
1 post
October 2008
2 posts
counting sprinkles
photos: www.olivialocher.com
dear bambi,
i’ve counted 123 sprinkles on your vanilla lips and pulled a cherry stem from your teeth. and the doctor says watch your sweet tooth my dear little deer and you wrinkle your wet nose and promise with your fingers crossed. i’m lighting a fire at home for you, trying to dry up the flood i created turning the wrong knob on the pipe...
huckleberry,
youre lips are stained red, and i love you more than ever.. I’m going to pull out my brain and stuff my head with flowers and herbs and seeds and dye my skin and bury my self in the garden and wait to grow away from everything, but you. you are what i want to be apart of. you are my home, my kissy face red lipped love. until the end.
bambi
September 2008
3 posts
(photo by Dresden Lackey)
dear bambi,
i was out yesterday, collecting seashells from the sewer drains to add to the necklace we made for the house many moons ago. i thought of you dressed in white and how pretty you look with your hair down. my mother called me this morning and i didn’t recognize her voice, she sounded like a fish. i need to breath different air, this murk is too salty...
Huckleberry, I have been waiting for you just wanting to kiss you with my newly grown whiskers. Where has all the time gone? I have longed for this day, when the sun is too shy to shine fully and my baby powered skin can finally abandon hibernation and climb the clouds with you. How did we get here? I am full of so many questions huckleberry, silly questions. Like, if octopuses have three hearts...
change of seasons
dear bambi,
it’s been a while since i last wrote. the summer sun melted my ink and burnt my feather quill. but the wind is stirring through the streets, i can feel it curling against my back when i walk to the market. it’s apple season, time for cider again. remember when we sat on the roof in the snow and blew cinnamon breath across the hudson? i’m ready for flannel sheets again and maybe this...
April 2008
1 post
maybe its been too long
” I wonder if I have forgotten how to write. No, Huckleberry I have not. Sometimes I think that I forget my feelings, I forget how to feel them. They brush lightly against me like moths finding their way in the dark. Loneliness mostly. Moths know loneliness. But writing isn’t ever the same to me. It’s only that, if we don’t write for us, we get lost, don’t we? We...
March 2008
1 post
huckleberry, we all dream of flying. we all dream of something. i dream of you and me and flying and flying and flying away from here, and this and these boys and words and words and pain and tears. so hold my hand and we can use our brain waves to connect to the stars. maybe they will listen this time and allow us to fly away together. we all dream of something bambi
February 2008
2 posts
dear bambi. why of course i will be your valentine. how do you feel about crossaints for breakfast? love. huckleberry.
huckleberry
im tired of the infatuations, the crushes that never grab your hand just make you blush. i feel like i am hiding behind a stained glass mirror of my infatuations. painted with the glances and freckles and smiles of everyone i have ever met. but really alll i have is one thing to ask: dear huckleberry will you be my valentine? ill get you drunk off pink champagne and feed you strawberry cupcakes,...
January 2008
6 posts
dear huckleberry, i am running away with you, and ill be wearing a mask. im tired of getting bit by vampires, but ill always love you love, bambi
dear bambi. im running away. love huckleberry.
baby huckleberry, we got married just like all the storybooks always tell us we will. i love you more than the sun, but im scared that our hearts got too big, it’s only a feeling little hearts get, because little hearts don’t have room for doubt. but there is still doubt in our hearts about those boys with chocolate curls and warm fingertips because married men give me the shiverz. ...
dear bambi. i think it might be time to grow up. spring is around the corner so let’s shoot up like the baby sprouts and bask in the brooklyn sunshine. i want to wake up to the smell of flapjacks and coffee brewing and the sound of you singing in the shower. i don’t understand this prison cell they tell me is my home, i want room to spead my long fingers and space for you to dance on...
newyear
huckleberry, this year everything has already begun so different. im afraid that we have both become monsters. i no longer have honeycomb hair and you’ve lost all your freckles because we’ve played in the snow far too much. and my dear friend, i have never seen such grey days and curled up fingertips. and when i go downstairs to wish on dandelions the winter winds have eaten them all...
dear bambi. it’s cold without you. not cold like it is at home where we can run and scream at the winds that blow us down ice covered allies. not like that. cold like i can feel it leaking out my ears and creeping out under my fingernails. bambi things have taken a turn and the wind has changed into something we find so foriegn. but i can hold your hand and i can hold on to the door frame...
December 2007
20 posts
you are the warm sunlight, the cool breeze, the fresh air in my lungs. the autumn leaves, the calm waters, an empty page. a spectrum of color, a winding road, the blood in my veins. &sometimes, the only inspiration my heart still has to keep beating. you’re every beautiful song i wish was just a little longer. i wish we’d had a little longer. life in the swamp land is no fun...
sparks
“I think the reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and always will be. Maybe we have lived a thousand lives before this one, and in each of them, we have found each other.”
dear bambi. ima miss you honey. love huckleberry.
wonderland.
Deer Huckleberry, lets back cupcakes with vanilla icing and love letters written with sugar glitter. Do you believe in deer ghosts, and bears and bones and boys with sugar caught in their teeth? tonight we have it all to ourselves huckleberry. we can pretend we have a fireplace and cook smores and tell bedtime stories. i dont want to leave you huckleberry. who am i going to tell my secrets to...
daffodils are my favorite flower. you are my favorite love. you’re all i want. i hate being without you and the telephone voice never translates right. i need you to stay sane. im sorry im not so poetic this time. i love you. i’m sorry for all the times i don’t tell you enough. love huckleberry
huckleberry:
“i wanted to love you until my lungs collapsed but you opened my mouth, looked down my throat, and “your lungs are too pink” Loving like suffocation Loving like your-love-is-all-I’ve-got Loving like never-looking-back (pillars of salt) Loving like pencil-thin-eyebrows Loving like ripping newspapers Loving like flower umbrellas inside the house Loving like post-marks and...
dear bambi,let’s blame the pygmys when all crackers are gone from the shelves. let’s blame the gnomes when they hammer out our insides. let’s never forget to leave the night lights on or the dream catcher unhung let’s shoot spit balls through straws at the ceilings with our hair spiraling on the floor around our heads. let’s paint whiskers on our cheeks and play...
when daisies say goodnight.
Deer Huckleberry, I want to make a whole village of gingerbread houses, a church and a post office and a school and gingerbread tree houses for all the people I love and we can live there and everything will be okay and we won’t have to grow up and make believe will still be real. I will make you blueberry pancakes for breakfast and brush your hair before bed. And we will sit around...
dear bambi, you set my heart on fire. love huckleberry
sleepydust
we are up with the sun deer huckleberry. im tired of pretending to be grownup. i want to crawl into bed and grow freckles and eat cupcakes with you. we are up with the sun.
let’s paint it pink and make it smell like cinnamon. people will wonder what we are up too and bring us loaves of bread. let’s feed them to the birds and let the vines grow up the walls.
sleepy eyes
deer huckleberry, my celery eyes can barely stay open. I’m not even forlorn anymore. i’m not even a Grizzly Bear or a Golden Eagle or the strawberry bubbles that you blow into your morning milkshake. I am just sleepy. all i wish to do.. lay underneath a christmas tree with you and all the pine cones will fall on us live on cocoa and wear woolly socks and speak in chimes of...
dear bambi, im too tired to write to you about the sugar frosted cocktails and sequened covered bed speads i dream about. the books have fallen off my shelf and buried me alive. all i want now is the life of a housewife. and i promise you i will learn to cook real good and clean real good. oh bambi. things are looking so grey. you are the only song that makes me smile these days. love,...
realfairytales
dear bambi, lets laugh at the reality of scripts and the glamor of dorm rooms. i thought of you while eating an apple today, i thought of the wind in our hair and the soundtrack of our todays. look forward to our tommorows when each morning will be met with sleepy hellos and and sweet tarts for breakfast. love, huckleberry
butterflies
huckleberry, last night i dreamt of a pixie boy,wiry bones and chocolate curls. It made me feel like i had sugar lumps in my stomache.my monday afternoon was spent with watermelon lipstick smeared into my cheeks and cold noses and ice cube toes, but id risk my health to be with you anyday. love, bambi.
dear bambi, lets save the blue ones for last, so our tongues turn florescent and we whisper about our dreams. you’re the only one who knows about the boys and the inflation and deflation of my veins. lets eat the whole box at once till our brains go numb with cold and we can giggle on the bathroom floor covered in sticks and wrappers till the sunrises. love huckleberry
deer,,
Deer Huckleberry, I took Magdelena’s little blue suitcase with a mirror inside, and I took her curling iron. One day my hair will be long like Magdelena’s, and I will wind the locks around the hot stick and listen to them sizzle. One day I will braid my hair stiff at my neck like Madgalena, who is never happy. In the South she slits her wrists daily and drips the blood into her...
first
dear bambi nothing is better than a dinner for two. quarters make millions and together we will build our stacks high. we will take over this city, or just take over the room they will rent us. and let’s write on the walls and fill the fridge with shoes instead of food. and bambi when we go all out for the eight dollar bottle, let’s cheers to us and all the lights of our dance floor....
deer huckleberry,
huckleberry, wish you were born a boy, so I could’ve been your fiancé. i’m not saying you can’t be all these things for me, but it’s just not the same because you’re a girl, and so am i. love, bambi