24 Hour Romance

from a cafe menu in nasu tochiji, japan

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:37:38 -0700

from a cafe menu in nasu tochiji, japan

Audio

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 18:41:09 -0700

Audio

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 13:52:00 -0800

Lust

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 17:34:29 -0800

We talk of things coming out of nowhere. Like it was paradise and then it wasn’t. I look up and two men with motorized parasails are flying straight toward my sliding glass door. They don’t seem to have much control and there’s a thin layer of ice on the lake. It’s Thanksgiving weekend and the tourists are depressed by the melted snow. This didn’t come out of nowhere: you and me and the end. They’ve been getting drunk in the bars and running over my neighbor’s mailbox. This is like that movie about the geese and the planes, except it isn’t that sad, the water-foul sound like they’re being eaten, and I wish you would just admit you don’t like me.

Video

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 09:55:02 -0800

sweet old world

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 10:40:02 -0800

sweet old world

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 10:38:36 -0800

time to go home & get frozen

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 14:28:07 -0800

time to go home & get frozen

late night country music

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 17:28:30 -0700

late night country music

Love Affairs

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 12:10:16 -0700

This man left his change on my desk. Now my desk has two piles of change, mine and his, and the desk is all of a sudden a fucking mess with all this change. He has a Peruvian dime in his. He’s half French and can’t speak Spanish and we didn’t talk about Castaneda. The very smallest details of our very sparse memories. We do such perfectly terrible things to our hearts like love affairs.

bedroom demo days

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 17:00:19 -0700

bedroom demo days

Video

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 11:21:11 -0700

Summer Covers get em here...

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 15:18:12 -0700

Summer Covers

get em here ::: http://annaash.bandcamp.com/album/covers

Photo

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 12:37:58 -0700

Fever

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 18:48:36 -0700

The days I call in sick to my waitress job I’m usually bedridden by my western window. Sprawled and sweating out the sunset, knowing it impossible for me to serve martinis tonight let alone put my pants on. There’s a fragility in us all, and mine will show itself in the latest part of an afternoon when it is most obvious how long a day is and how alone I was within it.

Summertime

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 18:41:16 -0700

In California I only notice summer because fruit is cheaper and there’s more light to the days. The temperature and humidity make no real changes, which breeds a melancholy that I won’t talk about because here in California we’re all very happy.

Video

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 00:46:07 -0700

Video

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 00:45:14 -0700

the history or heart of an avalanche

Thu, 05 Jan 2012 15:48:56 -0800

There are moments and there are times and there is being crushed and there is being dead. We know nothing of tragedy if we can say tragedy; it doesn’t work like that because you have no air left in your lungs. You’re sucking snow; you’re looking up from the bottom of the bathtub having forgotten it was cold for days or years. No one counts, so you run in place and tread water because to melt an avalanche is only to spend time.

photo by Christine Hucal

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 09:28:24 -0800

photo by Christine Hucal