sitting on a leaf pad, staring at the world--furrowed brow, chin in palm ( Read more... )

What a horrible year it's been for weather. It seems as if the sky over Germany is intent upon sending me off with only raindrops to wet my cheeks--as I should be elated to leave such miserable surroundings. However, I am not. I am gnawing-my-gums nervous, stewing-in-nostalgia depressed ( Read more... )

I talked to my brother tonight for the first time in a few months. I miss him, I miss all of them (& all of you). When the phone began to die, beep... beep... beep, slowly, I rushed to say "i love you" and to order him to repeat said message to the rest of the family ( Read more... )

Dear Jehovah's Witnesses:

GO AWAY. I don't want to answer the door in my pajamas, a victim to your unsettling kindness, the wall from which your holy verses ricochet.

LEAVE ME ALONE, I am not convertible.

Last night (or, I suppose, this morning) was an interesting one. In the early evening, a handsome young boxer named "Archie" bit a good deal of his tongue off while waiting for his afternoon walk at the Pet Spa. According to the vet, he would have bled to death if taken even an hour later than he was. Later that night, my boss called me and asked ( Read more... )

Brianna: angry, bitter, having just thrown a fit. lonely, bored ( Read more... )

I’m growing used to my disjointed social life; succumbing to myself. Separated from most everybody, I spend a lot of time paddling through thoughts. So much of my days are spent gnawing with closed lips, in silence but for sweet talk with a dog who is more a companion than many now gone, now hovering hallucinations in a vision-impaired memory. She ( Read more... )

My mother sent me a box of the most delicious tea last Christmas, Market Spice from Cost Plus, and I’ve just now run out. Therefore, while shopping a few days ago, desperate for a replacement to my beloved, I bought a box of called “Chai Spice Black Tea.” It tastes just as it sounds, which is unfortunate because, though I didn’t realize this prior ( Read more... )

What can one say,

when Benny dies

?

snowflakes are forming in the skies above.

when will they dive [splat] onto my tongue?
any day now.
when will we sled, drink cocoa, construct leaf-wearing snowmen?
as soon as it sticks.
when will you kiss me goodnight?
any hour now, flustered.

goodnight elections. if you cannot help us, who can?
please help.