it's been a while ( Read more... )

her: where did you get your glasses?
me: well, there's...
her: outer space?
me: ...
her: you're from outer space aren't you?
me: yes. yes i am.

without using weak metaphors and analogies, let's just say i'm aiming for a different kind of honesty, and only friends are invited.

a few years ago i met people by the handfuls, and i wanted to make the greatest effort possible to remember names, hometowns and programs of study. unfortunately, of the names, hometowns and programs of study that i am still able to recall today - none of them progressed beyond momentary relationships involving handshakes and three second ( Read more... )

The building I live in was constructed circa 1925. The inaugural tenants have long since departed, but the character of the period has yet to be lost. Glass doorknobs, high ceilings, and cornice moldings paired with authentic wainscoting remain for current occupants to acknowledge as rare novelties of another time. Much like other two and a ( Read more... )

we met at a cash register. and thinking the story of my meeting you was rather dull and mundane, i concocted another. and it goes something like this:

we met at the cash register, i introduced myself as a passing thought and you did the same when you shook my hand. i could tell by your expression that you were smitten, and to tell the truth, so ( Read more... )

The building alarm went off at 3:30am yesterday. At that hour I simply could not separate minutes from seconds. A few moments passed and I began to hear people screaming in the stairwell, closely followed by the echo of bodies filing out the side door. I didn’t move, and instead I laid in bed with my right hand on the wall that is exterior to my ( Read more... )

He’s looking out onto the street from the east end of the building. Floor to ceiling windows allow patrons to see the sun in its entirety before tying scarves to brave the cold themselves. An employee begins to paste charity posters from a ladder nearby and ends the glaring sun that irritates the eyes so much. This sudden absence of illumination ( Read more... )

At six i was at the airport thinking of words to describe the sight of the polluted horizon climbing out from beneath the tarmac. Between seven and eight I sat beside the emergency exit and starred blankly into the aisle while drinking my complimentary ice-tea. Sometime after half-past eight the city hazmat team arrived to seal off customs and ( Read more... )

Small individual stacks of torn envelopes containing general correspondence lays idle in the corner of my desk. Some are type written, others are penned blue, black, and or cursive. One envelope has one stamp, while others have many more. I write half letters and secret stories as replies, but ultimately abandon them for another early, early ( Read more... )