I've always loved the idea of grandiose returns: the impossible redemption of character, the refusal of a concrete truth, the negation of never again. But I'm not the only one. For some it was the story of the dying-and-rising frat king Dionysus, or the world's first mass-timescale quantum leaper, Zarathustra, who the Christ man thought he could ( Read more... )

Hello, old friend. I'll return to second guess again.

Most of the time it's too much work to collect enough of my thoughts to write about. The notion of attempting it alone is so overwhelming that I concede before I seriously consider it. And there's also the fact that the majority of my writing has proven to be poison to me; with years of training, I still do not know how to do it properly. I still ( Read more... )

I suppose this marks the first week among an infinite...

I opened the garage, excited and, for once, organized ( Read more... )

By chance and the fees of thousands of dollars the wind has blown some of the grains, so very slowly, back to the spots where they used to rest en masse. I know this because it's obvious, because my face is a little less murderous and my reflexes a little more quick; my eyes are capable, now, of seeing connections rather than spotlighted shapes ( Read more... )

Back to Oz.

This one is going to hurt bad, and you know it, and that's why you wrote this.

No.

Too many times have I done this, but not this time. No more I told you sos. Not a one. I refuse to turn her into a curse I saw coming ( Read more... )

For the last three years I've been drinking water from wine glasses and continually spilling my heart all over white lampshades in the middle of furniture stores.

“My car’s loud,” I said, laughed with disappointment in myself for a reason that struggled out of and turned away from my hold, opened the door and sat alone ( Read more... )