December 2011
10 posts
Trance Writing.
Wind kinda making that familiar sound outside, stick a hand out the window left ajar.
Kinda feeling what it means to think when to think how to think the things you have to when to and how to.
A draft is picking up right aruond now and the smell of the lake at the valley bottom can be felt in my bones
I ache still, but I’ve learned to pay no mind to it
steady dripping sound reverborates...
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let’s count the number of times i’ve left my number at a cafe/restaurant.
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I’ve got hope sitting here. It may be too warm for my taste and my stomach might be as queasy as its ever been, but there’s hope. I won’t say the future looks bright, but rather the present I am in - I paint it that way. No, I strip away the layers, layers I don’t need,
peeling of dry pieces, rather, dry sheets of skin, somehow my freckles still remain, though they do...
I haven’t written in so long and I recognize the familiar feeling. It creeps up on you. Not in the way everyone writes about something ‘creeping’ up on you, romanticizing it to seem that somewhere deeeeep in your unconscious, you sense the thing creeping up on you.
No, you look down one second, days past, and before you know it your knees are on the porcelain tile in your...
“Audrey just turned five and ‘Rapunzel’ came to her birthday party. Mark would have loved seeing her huge smile and excitement over Rapunzel sitting next to her, eating pizza and birthday cake. Our daughter was very happy that day, but after all her friends left she said, ‘Daddy should have been here so he could see Rapunzel.’ And she could not be more right....
slicks shoes as I run. pavements letting out a cry similar to the pounding in my head.