Sometimes I say something that I mean, but it turns into a lie anyway. It can't be that uncommon ( Read more... )

The heater whirs, the rain drips. Travel anxiety. Usually sleep is the most welcome part of my day, but the clock goes tick tick tick and the moth crunches pancake dust and cold sock dinner. At night the house lets out a deep sigh and Vancouver bats a hundred weary yellow eyes but the sound drops dead into water. The city is quiet and empty, except ( Read more... )

The snow flakes began to plump with moisture, and the morning rang with sirens, each calling out a story of anonymous misfortune. The obese balls of precipitation burst into rain and the cars continued to slide and crash. My worn shoes yielding little traction on the compacted slush, and I hopped and bobbled, danced, slipped, and waddled up the ( Read more... )

There's a sprinkling of snow. The heat isn't on high enough. Today is for painting in a bundle of blankets, maybe the snow will act as a buffer from the world.

Everything stays the same. The past, present, and future flicker like fireflies over the weeds and spent hay fields, on and on, off and on. Memories resign themselves to the past. Here, a blue eyed girl, green, rain. Another, with the universe nestling like a new born calf in the reflection on her green iris, the wind outside, the palms of our ( Read more... )

Faith is what keeps me standing, what keeps me with my chin just above the crest of the wave. Maybe I've found god. I don't think so, but I think I've found something. Maybe I've just found doublethink.

A stomach full of drunk bees.

Sleep, uncomfortable dream, toss bed,
Caffiene, twice, lift, move, wake, repeat,
Cigarette, cigarette, nicotene, repeat,
Opium, herbs, god medicine,
Repeat,
Crave, open mouth, salivate,
Crave, stiff leg, twisting arm, metal rod neck,
Wakefulness, resilience, constitution, cotton ears,
Repeat.

There's a hole in my house. Right through the whole damned wall. I noticed it less when it was warm. But now that little hole is making this room mighty cold, and I still don't want to take the time to repair it.

What is this perpetual dissatisfaction ( Read more... )