loneliness for sale
In the backseat of your car, I try to point out all the passing landmarkslike the games of travel Bingo we used to play when we were children.When we reach Lake Tahoe five minutes after midnight, the...
View ArticleYour blog restores a little bit of hope in me for the literary world every...
Thank you so so much; that means a lot to me.And thank you also for the “6-word story” idea; I think that would be an awesome project! :) Maybe that will be my next project after Conversations.
View ArticleJust a quick note for anyone that doesn’t know-I am finished with my...
Just a quick note for anyone that doesn’t know-I am finished with my Fragments project and have started a new one, Conversations.Each conversation consists of strings of dialogue between two...
View Articlehappy birthday, you're still dead
It would take a long time for me to forgetthe sound of your voice, so some nights I call you upon the telephone and make you say nonsense things,likedinner plate, shark christmas tree, razor...
View Articlehow to love your depressed lover.
five—a—day:Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I...
View ArticleWhat are some of your favorite writing blogs? I'm new to Tumblr and I want to...
Welcome to Tumblr! I hope you enjoy all the wonderful, incredibly talented writers listed below! :)commoventefleurishespavorstimplexaarpista5000letterssoggypoetryfive—a—day (that’s five and then two...
View Article"God, I hate this. Hate what? High school. Hey, listen to me. High school...
“God, I hate this. Hate what? High school. Hey, listen to me. High school doesn’t last forever. I know it’s four years, and right now four years seems like eons and eons, but in the grand scheme of...
View Articlecrime scene investigation
When I start drawing chalk outlines on the driveway and tryingto fit my body into them, you’ll know it’s time to leave.The police won’t even have to drape the yellow crime scene tapeover the pavement,...
View Articlei love a man who sleeps with the lights on
I don’t know when gone became a synonym for leaving, butyou wear the word so well. And you sleep with the lights on;I like that, too. A man who can only close his eyes in the darkis a man that cannot...
View ArticleHello! All my life I've known I wanted to be an *author*. A writer. Before...
This is a tough question. I think before you start delving into different types of literature, it’s important to remember that not every type of literature will be to your liking, but that doesn’t mean...
View Article"You wear that sadness so well. Do I? Do I really? Sadness isn’t a dress, you...
“You wear that sadness so well. Do I? Do I really? Sadness isn’t a dress, you know. It’s not an evening gown to prance around in at a cocktail party, or some skimpy little satin skirt for a fashion...
View Articleanatomy of a high school valedictorian
At your high school graduation you pause on the podium,valedictorian of your senior class, the lights encircling your hairin golden gossamer. You do not know what to say here,in this silence, between...
View Articlea letter to my teenage self
I wake up wanting to write poems to my teenage self,elegies about being sorry for wearing hospital gownsmore often than my own skin. I’d tell myself not to worryabout all the messages written in the...
View Articleevery time i see a new poem of yours on my dashboard, i get excited. i can't...
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View ArticleMorse Code for the Practicing Beginner
The color your body bleeds when you lie beneath me here in this room,a tangle of limbs and silence, is my favorite of any in the rainbow.Once a few years ago I called you on the phone from workand you...
View Articleon breaking & entering in my own home
When I ask my weekly therapist if I break into my childhood homeis it still considered a crime since I used to live there,she passes me the kleenex box.And when my brother visited the emergency roomin...
View Article"Hey. I saw you in the library the other day and you looked so concentrated...
“Hey. I saw you in the library the other day and you looked so concentrated on your book, your head down, hair spilling over your shoulders, like you were so into it. Oh, you’re the boy who was...
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