The setting is blue in the morning like when the sun first starts to come up ( Read more... )

“I still maintain that I’ve nothing to do with it ( Read more... )

Dear Benjamin Rabbit ( Read more... )

Dear Pumpkin ( Read more... )

I think I've found the perfect way to make somebody special fall in love with me. Through years of experimentation involving putting drill bits through the heads of my lovers, thenceforth prescribing their condition with an ounce or two of lye, it's been my pleasure to realize the dream of a man who wishes only to be loved. I shall kiss his lips ( Read more... )

Only barely marginal lines separate me now from the things I've taken to most, so it isn't as though I have to turn myself completely around to get a little lost. In fact, the house I've lived in for so many years now is beginning to seem a stretch for me, and I must carry blueprints of the design to guide myself from Point A to the next. When ( Read more... )

Stolen wine glasses at township gatherings are what made me who I am today. Please forgive my absence from your arms. (Feel this hug? I am all for you again.) {excised} toward even the finer details is winning me over, dear {excised} fine boned leech. {excised} like the tiniest insect would set its paws, to extract a bleak little tattered soul just ( Read more... )

Dear Pumpkin ( Read more... )

I've started to wonder if I'd been as gentle as I always write down that I was. There were bruises and there was blood, of course, and when I woke up as close to dawn as I usually always will do, my bedclothes were caked with it all; skin tissue, filaments, everything, everywhere. Gentility speaks very carefully ( Read more... )

Dear Benjamin Rabbit ( Read more... )