Its one of those moments, right now. I want to pack a duffel bag, pull my denim jacket around me tight because the night is chilly with memory and regret, and I have this little hope curled up in the folds of my jacket, keeping me warm, keeping it alive. The smell of fall is comforting, the scent of singularity hanging somewhere between you and the ( Read more... )

I would like to stay a secret sometimes, anonymous, faceless, just a flicker in the dark, just a shadow passing on the wall. No one grabs you, no one can touch you, or worse pierce you. You are real enough to see, maybe hear like whispers in the dark, but touch (that one thing that crosses the line) or your lack thereof keeps you insubstantial, a ( Read more... )

Seasonal Guests ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night in which I looked down at my stomach and saw that I had a perfectly formed third nipple about three inches away from my belly button. I recall being very calm, almost like "Oh, would ya look at that" but I will tell you upon waking up that the sight of a whole developed nipple appearing on your belly is actually quite ( Read more... )

The Plight of Every Horseshoe Crab ( Read more... )

Its a horrible thing, this old man, Memory. So funny the things that linger longer than others in his pockets. Like a magician's scarves, to tug at one means another and another follow suit until you have so much you could hang yourself with it. And you want to. Some things you find you can pass on with a utilitarian view that they are objects with ( Read more... )

Crushed peat moss and snakeskin
are sometimes poured on your pictures
to burn not the film
but the memory from my mind.
Your face and its soft boundaries
are foggy, wisp-like,
but your eyes still retain
their piercing ice-tipped javelins.

There are little moments, just tiny ones, stuck in hundredths of a second while you're picking at your eggs or staring at a happy couple in the corner engaged in active open conversation, and you realize in those shattered fragments of moments that this hollow feeling inside is about as good as its going to get for you. There's no silver lining to ( Read more... )

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If necessary,
I will drag my fingernails
down the spongey esophagus of Life
to keep from being swallowed.
To hope to cause a gag reflex in Life
is something worthy of achievement.