Last Wednesday in March

March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so..   With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives you... Continue Reading →

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. C.S. Lewis    The truth is a dangerous thing, especially to those who have been warned never to speak. The truth leaves you alone. Abandoned. With only truth as your companion. Left for dead on... Continue Reading →

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap."         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”... Continue Reading →

Waukegan

We talk too much, Miranda, her feverish sister Sasha said, in her low voice, no secrets come out without silence. I do. Somehow I’ve come to believe that the last thing a writer or any artist thinks about is to make himself comfortable while he’s working. Perhaps the discomfort is a bit of an aid or... Continue Reading →

by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress

Tuesday's gone with the wind 4:44 started All these devised interfaces for me to write what I know for the immutable time capsule, the diaries of not a mad woman despite the claims by others who shall remain faceless at this point in time as this is just a platform trial and entryway error momentum:... Continue Reading →

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