I see a pattern ( Read more... )

I had to read John Updike for my writing class. He wrote of characters that had an affection for the beauty around them, and managed to stay mostly positive, but ran from anything that was difficult or boring. Totally selfish and cowardly. He said that he was making the mundane into the extraordinary through "careful explication". But, these people ( Read more... )

I always see things I want to photograph when I do not have my camera with me. It must stem for my desire for impossible things. When I do have my camera, I feel distracted and uninspired mostly. Every once in a while, the stars are aligned and I both want my camera and have my camera in my possession ( Read more... )

There is no amount of retracing steps that can help me to decipher the present. My memories are tainted; they are stained by dreams. There is no way I can sort out the waking from the dreaming. So, what then? I suppose I just trudge on, with an identity that in part may be false. I used to be a frail thing. One who didn't know who she was without ( Read more... )

I need a place to rant. Somehow, I need to keep track of what it is that I am doing to/for myself, so that I can improve. I really feel like I have gone in circles for a while now. I am not saying that I haven't improved or changed, I have. I just feel like I am running up to a brick wall ( Read more... )

running through the fog ( Read more... )

I tricked a heart machine to beating ( Read more... )

let the blood letting begin
strip the sheets from the bed
sweat soaked
bled for days and her fever wouldn't break.
oh let it be said that everyone tried their best
to drag the dream from the child
but she clutched like a sapling to the flood soaked shores
mud caked under fingernails
she cried out
and they ( Read more... )

let the blood letting begin ( Read more... )

A bone with the marrow sucked out stuck in my side.
Between false ribs 9 and 10.
The dance was beautiful.
The performance was sinewy and sickly sweet,
honey dripping from a jar.
But the whispers
breathed on the back of the neck...
those things unnoticed by passerby...
I was drunk ( Read more... )