Catherine is breathing hard.  She is bent down over the drain pipe with one of her arms shoved inside.  She is calling her daughter's name but her daughter doesn't answer.  Water comes in around Catherine's arm and down the drain pipe.  There is a silence on the street around us.  There is an absence of birds.  I look at my watch and then up into ( Read more... )

 Two sleeping vagrants propped up against the broad side of the liquor store today.  One of them snoring.  The other unremarkable and curled up into a ball.  I watch for a long while.  People pass by and look down into the alley.  None of them slow.  The birds that line the over-hanging roof call down at me and into the alley.  Their songs aren't ( Read more... )

There was a woman being raped by two men in the alley between Brown's and the Supermarket.  I watched the them knock her head against the brick wall that shot up into the sky and blocked the sun.  All of the contents of her head came running out and all around the three of them like someone had burst jars of jam.  They continued pressing her body ( Read more... )

 I just tried out voice posting.  I rambled.  I will probably do more.

June 09 2011

I watched the road-killed dog
on Cawana road rot everyday
until his back legs were splayed
sticks of bone jutting from a clump
of gristle and fur.  The smell of it came
across the road.  I knew the dog from before.
 I'd seen it limping down that same road.
Thin, panting.  Always watching passing
cars.  Its collar dug into its neck.  It ( Read more... )

I am unable to explain myself to anyone.  Not in that great philosophical sense where no one can know anyone else, but in the very real why-do-you-talk-to-your-cat-about-politics sense.  There is a great divide that only gets deeper and more jagged with time.  I did it to myself.  I did it to myself on purpose.  There was only one real outcome.  I  ( Read more... )

It is difficult to post.  I know very few people use this site.  That makes it a little bit easier.  I still get a few anonymous comments.  They are usually quite mean and out of place.  They serve their purpose, though.  Things are still uneven.  I miss Decatur.  That is probably the most disturbing feeling I've ever dealt with.  The hospital ( Read more... )

Today was very good.  I wish I could get paid to do writing workshops.

It seems that livejournal is slowly imploding.  Am I the only person who sees features being taken away?  I can't browse previous entries on my friends page RAGEEEEEE