We sat on the edge of the earth ( Read more... )

In silent disappointment you stand, not waiting to leave but I know, waiting to die inside, quiet, still, hoping that your cellophane existence will have stayed, but we see it wasted away and melted under the heat of the truth of piercing eyes ( Read more... )

I was once asked why I write and even more importantly how I write the way I do. And first, of course, I had to ask myself: how do I write? Is there a message that I try to render or is there deeper meaning that is to be revealed through the text? Because, typing letters, words, scratching miscellaneous phrases on napkins and paper menus at the ( Read more... )

I had love ( Read more... )

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. IT was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curvfed into the sea and the shattered ( Read more... )

A child, maybe of one year, probably less, stares into the camera lens grinning like true living is behind the light. Looking at her, as closely as I can without ruining the beauty of innocence, I notice that her hair is lopsided, but in a sort of cute way that makes the wisps of brown fall gently on her clean, pink forehead. I can imagine the ( Read more... )

Shadowed words on white-washed stones ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I think thoughts that don’t seem to fit into this view of normalcy and reality and what should be I begin to question my mind as something wrongful and diseased….And so I’ll try to tell myself to change; I tell myself that this is something I’m trying to be so I don’t have to face what I really should be…what everybody wants me to be ( Read more... )

please, oh only, please ( Read more... )

Last time this happened ( Read more... )