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fiction: cold pluto
- T.S. Elliot
It all ends quietly and a little faster than I expected. We didn’t know each other yet; I don’t know how it went down for you, you don’t really talk about it much. But I watched the news with my dog Ziggy sitting by me on the couch, his head in my lap while I feed him cheese-nips. It started with some sick ( Read more... ) -
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Maybe my writing is just a frivolous hobby. My parents certainly don't seem to think it's going to amount to anything. They've never flat out said this, but I know that's what they are thinking. When I'm sitting back on the computer for hours instead of doing stuff around the house ( Read more... ) -
fic: who can I turn to
who can I turn to?, PG-13, Jen/Boaz ( Read more... ) -
eye doctor
So I went to the optomitrist today because I finally have health insurance again and I would very much love to get contacts for the first time in three years. And the optomistrist is always an ordeal, because of how bad my vision is ( Read more... ) -
Being - Chapter Two
Cam popped Scout’s shoulder back in place. A terrible cracking as the bone slipped into its socket. “Mother pus bucket.” She gritted and moved away from him. He poured her a shot of bourbon. She reluctantly took it, her eyes moving from the glass, to the bottle to him.
“Hurts, don’t it?” he raised his eyebrow and clanked the nose of ( Read more... ) -
Being - Chapter One
I dread the time
When your mouth
Begins to call me hunter
- “Beneath Your Hands” by Leonard Cohen
One day I will become fully human
But at this moment (7 am, alive)
I sincerely doubt it.
- “Sermonette” by Mary Ruefle
ONE
The last of the daffodils are dying and Scout thinks of the unfinished garden at her ( Read more... )
