Blue Period

Launched and exploding down the strips under a perfect European sky, we rode all night. Except only the sun was missing, with all its furry.  In our silvery gleaming car we sped like rockets from the shores of the ferry to the middle of Holland. We were excited, speaking in fast fragments, breathing quick mouthfuls of hot ( Read more... )

I hate my life here and I want to move away.

The dream of disembodied birds-I'm not sure if you would consider this a dream or a memory, because it actually happened, but when I fall asleep I see the room in which I mourned the death of my son. For those of you who were there, you will remember how we sat without speaking, eating only as much as we had to. You will remember when a bird ( Read more... )

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