Oh who could admit what no one wants to accept and that is we are not right with our mother The Pronouncement a mere prognosis  No promotion could begin to cover end of life seams and stitches can  and it's the farthest from how we actually feel We question our lives in separate corners... Continue Reading →

The Unraveling Ball of Yarn

She was once again denying her own responses to enable a comfortable relationship.Her virtue had plummeted. Now seeing a two on a scale of one to ten, dipped with rumors she had slept around  Because of their attitudes, I was once again denying my own responses to enable a comfortable relationship... I was once again... Continue Reading →

paraparesis, 

 point moot, for  sarahkthe oswrving,   branded diatribe  Forget uR duvided Whohoo  The artificial  it's now official 

Memories of Elephants

at some point don't you wake up somehow and decide NOT TO BE EVIL or do you look in the mirror and realize that what looks back at you is dark and hollow         artwork by robert montgomery at robertmontgomery.org  

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 →

There’s no way to know…

...if this were true, you just have to go with it, I imagine myself surfing again on a perfect morning in the perfect temperature water amongst friends, no tiger sharks in the making or anything wrong with a perfect day, coz you get those once in a while even if Henry Miller turns out to... Continue Reading →

Of course, I know this

Walking around the Quaker place you go to die in the snow and answering calls about meltdowns that occur in sunny places, and I wanted to start a chronicle of days, but the focus I had three minutes ago has been absolved by the lack of focus now, whether it's mental or emotional or a... Continue Reading →

Hop on the bus…

Drop off the key, There are that many invasions to our thoughts per second flight from the muse so quickly because the walls are caving in. You know it is a strange time to be alive everything is clear then in a mere increment more than 1 second but under five, it could be deducted from the... Continue Reading →

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