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Month: October 2008

  • Peace, Reverence, Life

    write me an ending fitting for a princess in rags create me a happy ending for a tale of too much sorrow and too many sorries give to me peace give to me reverence give to me life        

  • Hording Distortions

    Never, ever is a distortion Always, forever is a distortion Magnifying is a distortion Minimizing is a distortion Hording hurts is a distortion Denying gifts or pleasure is a distortion Reasoning with my emotions is a distortion I want to die is a distortion I want to live is a distortion all of it all the thoughts…

  • Rewind

    This week, one of my former students was killed in what may have been a random act of violence. Except when is violence random? I go back and click one of the news websites over and over to see his face. To remember. I hate that two lives were extinguished, and four others may follow…

  • Untitled

    I don’t remember you, and I’m sorry instead, my head is filled with thoughts and memories of people not worth remembering not worth considering I see his eyes, dark, and alive and yours, dark, and dead  

  • Filters

    a dust cloud filtered in sunlight and darkness you wanted to be unsettled, disturbed and so you are   With words, I want to bring forth tangible evidence of the bile lurking inside, luring me to death, over and over again. I feel pain, and I like it. I feel pain, and it’s unbearable. Then,…

  • All I Have Is This One Note

    Sinkng again. I can’t breathe, and I can’t cry. I can despair. I can curl up and die. I can bite my lips until they bleed. I can pull my greasy hair back. I can cocoon. I can make mistakes and freak out. I can take my one note and play it indefinitely.   Goddammit.…

  • Re-Gifting Ruminations

    It’s sort of like a yard sale. I have a lot of this and that on my mind. Here’s a basic truth about me: rumination is a gift. I don’t know if it’s real or imagined, but I think it gets old, my talking about my breakup, my depression. So I blog to get it…

  • Severe Angles. Or Emptiness Incarnate

    The camera has tight angles severe the way I see the world in black and white or monotone gray all or nothing you or me love, hate, indifference, regret upset the feeling of being a non-person, non-self, non-identity walking through my life, a stranger emptiness incarnate  

  • Things Worthy of Note.

    Some blog titles demand punctuation. Some would describe me as “manic.” Just because I have a weird energy and an unfocused look about me. Fine. Say it. I’m meeting the menz again. At least online. Go me, I say. Do what you do, as Mr. Whitier would say (B, you should get this reference to…

  • Breathe With Me

    I can’t do many things. Cook. Be on time. Regulate my moods. Reach the fire alarm to replace the battery should it need replacing. But I can: Replace a faulty phone jack wih my bare hands and a screwdriver Find a bargain on rugs at Lowe’s (also: light fixtures, sink fixtures) Swiffer with the best…