• becca Loo commented on the post, shore 2 years ago

    Shore up the sides, the back, and leave the front open. Today we scoop up the spent grain into totes for the farms, we won’t dump the yeast in the high strength, we won’t waste the CO2, not today. Today we brew sustainably. Today we brew for the next decades not for the next month.

  • becca Loo commented on the post, outfit 2 years, 4 months ago

    They were out late that night and nobody felt like going home. Their outfits were too skimpy for the Oregon nighttime. Too bad tomorrow is Friday, so close to the weekend but still so far.

  • becca Loo commented on the post, headband 4 years, 5 months ago

    one stripe. two stripe. three stripes a country. primary colors and primary priorities.

  • becca Loo commented on the post, loneliness 5 years ago

    the day seems longer than you think. tonight is just beginning and we have so much more to look forward to. i miss you like i miss the old me. all the time. but that’s background music and you’re background music now. take care of yourself, tom, the night is young and the future IS bright. and if you must: don’t die alone.

  • becca Loo commented on the post, european 5 years, 6 months ago

    Quiet night. Fall is here with Winter close behind. There isn’t anything left to talk about tonight so we’ll start with that: not talking. A typist is like a tone deaf pianist. The concerto monotonous, broken, stuttering it’s only beautiful to the eyes. I’m a long way from home and for a good reason. No reason to type about that now though I…[Read more]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, rally 5 years, 10 months ago

    to start the day off: a dry piece of toast, a cold orange, and a fresh orgasm. some routines are funny in their dichotomy. i read yesterday that there is more to life than physical action, that there is much more life to be lived inside one’s own mind. some days it’s hard to leave the bed, the dream flows into the day. sometimes i don’t notice…[Read more]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, derived 5 years, 10 months ago

    leaky, like really leaky, like really really leaky all over the kitchen floor. it’s 2 am and anna has been sleeping through this for a whole hour. i’m doug i hate my name. the kitchen sink is leaky, really really yaddi yaddi ya. so we ate dinner last night and we ate dessert late night and we cleaned the dish and left the pot to soak in the…[Read more]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, wrapped 5 years, 10 months ago

    He works in a coffee shop, coffee shoppe. Aren’t you jealous? Can’t you just get high off the steam of fun that evaporates into a cloud of camaraderie around the coworkers? Today is a weekday it means we care less about the banter that people overhear simply because there are less people. It’s a weekday. It’s also happy hour. $3 pints so…[Read more]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, wrapped 5 years, 10 months ago

    Christmas in July. Silly sweat soaked wrapping paper. “Here I brought you this Georgetta, it’s about your father. They say he was a great man.” “Yeah he was also great at the great art of the infomercial. Do you like infomercials, Johnny?” “I like what you like, sweet Georgetta. Why don’t you scooch over a bit?” “Are we playing that game…[Read more]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, actual 6 years, 5 months ago

    it’s just another season, right? drix was sitting across from the boy of his dreams but he didnt know it yet. sometimes it takes a catastrophe to learn how to get things right. hello cruel world.

  • becca Loo commented on the post, methods 6 years, 5 months ago

    jean was good about these things. first he would knead the clay for at least five minutes it builds arm strength plus the pug mill at the community center didn’t actually do anything aside from shaping the clay into one large cylindrical lump. he’d take his molded clay into the other room, sit down, center himself, exhale and plop. right in the…[Read more]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, simple 6 years, 5 months ago

    this one time out at marcel’s place we were planning a get together and were wondering what all else we should have beside food and alcohol and people and so since his place is real messy and it’s got lots of rubbish everywhere like old couches and picture frames and pallets and stuffed animals and wine barrels we decided to build a fire. by the…[Read more]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, banks 6 years, 9 months ago

    loaded word

  • becca Loo commented on the post, calling 7 years ago

    my feet smell like clean dogs
    they walk like nimble cats
    they stamp like wet sand

    my hands smell like fresh milk
    they sweat like newborn babies
    they wring like worried old women

    your mouth
    a dark […]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, calling 7 years ago

    tonight is even toned, a soft melody against a rather boring background. tonight someone is changing their life and wanting to share the experience but not here. here there is day old wine in glasses as big and […]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, tasting 7 years ago

    too late today. or maybe too early. it’s been the same time everyday for the past decade. tomorrow we go to the coast. tomorrow will be different. sort of. today i make brownies. today is last night. […]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, slight 7 years, 1 month ago

    it’s too late for the grapes to be saved this year i guess people’ll be drinking bourbon year round.

  • becca Loo commented on the post, slight 7 years, 1 month ago

    a room of one’s own. now i’ve got two or two and half to be exact. virginia woolf was ready for the river that received her i wonder why and and what makes one that way? what type of room did she own?

  • becca Loo commented on the post, recycle 7 years, 2 months ago

    there’s power in a piece of writing, he thought late in the morning. he had just finished reading elie wiesel’s night. about the holocaust. about the burning of whole peoples. the day has started long ago and […]

  • becca Loo commented on the post, sweat 7 years, 2 months ago

    it’s not the light from the window or the heater on full blast it’s him. it’s him on her. if she could move she’d tell him how good it was to sweat after holding it in for so long. an afternoon tryst after an […]