Buying four large books at one time:
My mother calls it “spoiled” …
I call it survival.
I am lost
(a child hunting birds
with a stick, wandering the other side
of the forest;
the trees from where I come
simply swallow my name
it reaches me;
they say it is...
Living Through Dying
Every life contains its defining moments — some known at once, some not fully realized until years after their occurrence. We place significance, and rightly...
Steal a pen from an author
The way sentences seem to settle in the water
That kind of relentlessness leads lambs to slaughter
And it all gets harder, harder and...
Guess who drank way too fucking much way too fucking fast :)
I sometimes would like to take pictures of cats
If I had five cats
I’d get each of them five hats.
(They’d sit on my lap.)
Must stop referring to the self as a distant relative. — who must? I, yes, I. I must. Stop. Utter a sentence with the high-pitched wave of terminality. — who? Oh, yes, I. I must...
i used to be almost ashamed of my low-level thinking, my inarticulate words, my diaries full of nothing nothing, all fluff light-weight & forgettable, but it all gets me so...