You can never go home again, or so I have read. With a slight nod in the direction of defeat, for the first time in three years I am inclined to agree. Home, my home, the hanging moss over the gravestones in the swollen, humid mist, the familiar voices over drinks and dinner, childhood a three hour trek away....it's all over, and I can't go back. I ( Read more... )

But this time all that's there is me. I've been writing more often there.

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I don't have to sell my soul. He's already in me.

Do not stand at my grave and weep ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, on a hot Florida day, I was sitting on a curb in between clients at work when a little grey furball with the wildest green eyes glinting in the sun sat next to me, put his paws on my lap, and won my heart forever. I often tell this story and say that I found Lucius, but in truth Lucius found me. One raincolored furball changed my ( Read more... )

The sky being its typical shade of Northeastern Grey today, I decided there was no time like the present to do something insanely exciting, like laundry. Being that I pay 1400 a month for an apartment with no washer and dryer I hiked my dirty-clothed ass to the south shore (represent) to hang out in old Lindy with my grandmother and do some clothes ( Read more... )

And...I miss you. You've been gone only a couple of days but the bed is feeling a little large as of late. Our feline minions do their best to keep me occupied, but you know how it is when the lights go out and the moonlight illuminates the sheer black curtains. Silence.....stillness. It's nice in its way but it's no replacement for you ( Read more... )

The days are long, the city is sticky... and every day I am walking around, hidden behind long dark hair and obnoxiously large sunglasses wondering if I can even recognize which way is up. I quit my cash-cow corporate nazi job in favor of a cash-barren, artist-friendly job that I actually like with consequences I can't quite piece together as of ( Read more... )

Holy crap, this thing still exists ( Read more... )