there is a clear jar of water on the desk, that ripples when the snowplow passes over the dark country. here in this room it is quiet, it is night-time. here in this room, she is sleeping, and he swallows, and he looks at her things ( Read more... )

drive home feeling heavy ( Read more... )

conducting yourself at the highest possible drama level ( Read more... )

i feel like i could start writing again.
is anybody out there any more?

Like an alcoholic in need of a higher power, I talk to god only when I'm at rock bottom. Then I spend half the prayer asking if he's pissed at me; I sure would be, someone coming around only when things are shitty, only to complain and say what they need ( Read more... )

Her fierce little fists hitting my chest bones the instant I walk in, before I even set down my work bag ( Read more... )

michael put his lips up to his friend's right temple and left them there a minute, and breathed straight in, breathing straight in to the pulsing temporal lobe ( Read more... )

the concert is in the late evening but that's no excuse ( Read more... )

today, i walked in with my eyes open.
today, i walked out with my eyes open.

6 months ago

it would have seemed unfathomable to me
that i would move back here

and not even tell you.