I just returned from a week in Colorado. It was bliss. Wonderful. A perfect vacation from Az. Stayed at my sister's. My birthday was wonderful, surprising and could not have been better. I realized that my sister and I are growing up, big time. We talk about sex. I leave for Azusa in a week. I am very excited to start "real life" again. I already ( Read more... )

We were fourteen when we met ( Read more... )

They must be artistic, cos she knows her body as well as her own ( Read more... )

Dear Brother ( Read more... )

Quiet now, noise maker. Your glance is loud enough and it pains me endearingly. Red and knitted, serving no purpose. Serving my cripple. I watch silent rhythms move your bones. Art unlike your own. You are everyone now. I saw you how I feel you. But even demons can fly. If I could sit in a corner, behind nothing, I would watch with courage from far ( Read more... )

I once lived in the mouth of a little boy ( Read more... )

Where do all these words come from? In the songs. Christian songs. Sing along. Along with a room full. Crowded. People pasted to the walls. This room is so full. And the voices lift over all the heads. Even the tall boys. Heat in every breath. Our feet are freezing and our heads are hot. A crowd following the lead of song that a group of sinners ( Read more... )

I visited home last week. Driving around the dirty city, getting my bearings, loving every smoggy breath that I inhaled, watching the sun actually set itself into the ocean as I sat, stopped. Halted. Sedentary. On the 210. I drove passed home. The exit to my right and I smiled. A big smile with lots of teeth. The mountain I hiked. We said hello. ( Read more... )

I was gonna write the most rad entry ever, until I realized that I couldn't, but I will say this. It is funny (literally) how circumstances can change behavior. I know that God has a reason for my circumstance being what it is, and I think it is ultimately better for everyone involved, but I can honestly say that in these temporary circumstances I ( Read more... )

the rain slides down the window panes, like his hands slid down her back ( Read more... )