It was the way she stumbled through the door
The redness of her hazy eyes,
The thinness of her voice
slurring sounds that made no sense
Month: January 2016
Chas thought of himself as a plainspoken guy. It bugged him when Diane used language tricks—metaphors, maxims, things like that—especially when she used them to make points during a spat. Diane’s “sayings,” he called them.Read More
“I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning” Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red, Lois Marie Harrod
I want to be the greenness of the leaf
opening myself to wind
There’s a tree in the middle
with an apple still on it,
FROM VAMPIRE, Justin Campana I know what happened. I know how I did it. Now, I need to know how to fix this. What happened before is a long story. I lived in Transylvania, living with my strict, strict mother and my even...Read More
Thought you knew I was married, man. Have a wife and a daughter. Still married–on paper. Been almost seven years since we been together. Haven’t seen either of them since. But I still think about her, my daughter, I mean.Read More
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