not enough to write on here. no one will see, no one will care. you were not were not you were not a lover, not my safe departure ( Read more... )

with other people ( Read more... )

Tenderly I lie awake in the evening, after work when the lights in my room are dimmed till nightfall and the moon hangs herself in the window. I know sleep is on its way but the dreams scare me more than life. Day is exhausting, as is working and fearing the future with all my might. I know I don't have to travel but something in me is compelled ( Read more... )

today a person i've never met on the other side of the earth wrote me a lengthy letter of outrage. apparently, the friendster profile i put up over a year ago, which claimed I "smoke like Muslims pray" offended the living hell out of him. The correspondence went as follows ( Read more... )

when you're a girl, you're loved for being young ( Read more... )

around the time the trees in front of our house break out in clusters of white lilacs, I contemplate disease. No, it seems rather disease contemplates me, and together we complement one another ( Read more... )

if the trick is really to keep breathing, all my problems make sense now.

Carla stands before the mirror with a hand on either hip, examining her feet with great difficulty ( Read more... )

The dog's hind legs vanish into the pine trees ( Read more... )

a splash in the bucket. i'll be sure to tell you how it ends, after it begins that is, which it might shortly.

f this world.

i'll have exactly what i want once i figure out what that is.

ma, i promise, i'm gonna be large.

large, s'what i said. promise.