each day eeks out the fingertips in a flux of mishaps, miswords, miscommunications. the gaze falls lower and lower to the ground; the annunciation, the pronunciation of the shape of the thing becomes misconstrued with mumbled, all too earnest sincerity that drains through the filter into the pipes of puked up small talk. any ability hereto within ( Read more... )

songs flowin' through my troubled head, this troubled mind, how mama didn't visit me when i was stuck between stiff sheets, but, now, she visit elsewhere, she visits the sister's house, the suburban house, with a real kitchen, with a real husband, with real children, with real ninety-fifties reality, and, me, slits across these tiny wrists, while ( Read more... )

Distance. I am filled with distance.

i have so much inside of me that i want to say, but i don't know where to begin or how to word it other than blunt, not very eloquent words ( Read more... )

"Sometimes you can get overcommitted, and when you sacrifice spending time with those close to you, it can make them feel unimportant."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It's funny to pretend.

A friend explained the other day the nature of cycles in the nature of life and everything fell into complete clarity and comprehension. It was momentary, hence proving the point in its own nearly ironic way. I say "nearly" because "ironic" seems to have a tinge of negativity that I'm not trying to convey. It's more calm than that. I find it ( Read more... )

I lost two lures and didn't catch any fish.

But I had fun!

And for an hour didn't think about anything other than the task at hand.

It's a feat!

I bought a fishing pole the other day.
(And a fishing hat.)

Today I get my fishing license.
And today I learn how to fish.

I can't explain my excitement.