We were hot, soft and pure, goddammit ( Read more... )

I wrote a song about you; it goes like this ( Read more... )

I try to do an off-the-cuff reflection at the close of each year. This particular time seems more resonant as maturation of life takes hold; be it chronologically, socially or familial ( Read more... )

Was going through old files and found an old relic. A character sketch that turned into an interspersed story. College days resurgent.

( How We Like To Be Told )

If relationships operated on the notion that if you do three things wrong you're out, humanity would be nothing but accidental children.

All of this is to paradoxically say that I try to distract myself from looking back. Unfortunately and inevitably I'm laying awake wired to the worries around me or staring dead-eyed at a screen at work or just wandering in the middle of someone else's world and I'll find myself replaying a scenario ad-infinitum. Adjusting one action...permuting ( Read more... )

I'll see dire decomposition and dissolving
I'll be a sad and surrealist solvent
I'll race any reasonable result
But I'll be the one who chooses

"Mean to say, iffen I freeze, I can't rightly drop. And iffen I drop, Imma gonna be in motion."

I need to hurry.

Our comfort was built with iron and rock ( Read more... )

A noisy kind of mysterious