Dear Bill Ray, Please love me. Just love me. This is all. Yours, Lucy B. Saner… more →
Lucy B. and the Feel Good RevolutionLucy B. wrote 1 year ago: Dear Bill Ray, Please love me. Just love me. This is all. Yours, Lucy B. Saner … more →
Lucy B. wrote 1 year ago: omegabus! happy new year. two thousand and eight has arrived, through a shoe rack and into a cantone … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: today there were wonders. one: open windows, musical lodgings, evasive see ewe noodles, a full moon … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: i am dancing in my recently-reversed metra seat, inbound from kenosha to chicago, as the steam comes … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: i have recently become convinced that the surveyor’s office three doors down from the executiv … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: i am on the metra and the man behind me is snoring away in a tightly fitting sailor shirt, his head … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: picture window ottoman barefoot: i am waiting for rachel dann in my new bachelor pad across the stre … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: everything’s going babyclassics these days, with countable hours to renn fayre and l’obj … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: waking in the morning to beautiful bruises and rollover country: not so bad at all. my forearms feel … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: have touched owl! ran hollering and gasping in adventureboots after red pickup truck and placed palm … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: light slivers appear in the S.U. as the quad falls into shadow and they let the cigarette smoke play … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: am listening to raj lalla’s midnight hour and the bubble bumble of our not-so-single single. i … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: tennis socks tugged high as they’ll go, i am row thirteen at the window and have several new f … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: a perfect day for the “who’s going to orlando” game, the skies are bright and full … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: the luminescent grey that woke me up at nine this morning reminded me of a half-moon window on torch … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: i lay on the dock for so long earlier this week that my freckles began to reemerge. the trio has upp … more →
Lucy B. wrote 2 years ago: birthday parties rememblered. on a narrow, well-traveled road, somewhere in the wooded hills outside … more →
Lucy B. wrote 3 years ago: i’d left the blue room at powell’s and walked through the aisle of gold erotica and naut … more →
Lucy B. wrote 3 years ago: i cupped my hand and pulled the graham cracker crumbs from my bedsheets when i first crawled onto my … more →