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Month: December 2008

  • Endings

    One of my favorite writers, Margaret Atwood, wrote a great piece that sticks with me to this day about the order of stories. Essentially, she asks you to choose your beginning and ending to the story, but says what happens in the middle is interesting part. In my own life, I want to close my…

  • Rhyming Wiggly-whats

    Rhyming is a matter of preference. I rarely rhyme. It cost me the writing pin when I was in high school. There we were, poeticgrin and I, going head-to-head, writer against writer. Our teacher especially loved Bryanic poetry, which is lyrical and rhyming and has great flow. Bryantonian poems are artistic, very well crafted. I…

  • A Little Ditty of Rumination

    I feel goo and the thought of you in the back of my throat I try to shallow and choke it down   to no avail   My stomach is sick and your bullshit was thick as honey or tar and it sticks to me   still   **Note to reader: boredom is fodder for…

  • Smithereens (A Lament to the Straight Man)

    It’s a loony lot I have made for myself. I’ve consumed a gazillion calories today and don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I continue to dread this day. Nothing helps.   The menz. Oh, straight, single man, why must you be completely clueless? You seem harmless enough, but Lord help you, you were not born…

  • Maybe Doubt

    Maybe it’s true Maybe it is all or nothing with me my weary, obsessive mind can be calmed if he’d just do it reach out to me soothe me so I can retreat return to not caring either way   I wonder am I just like you hard and cold conficted and self-destructive in my…

  • Unfinished, but it’s early yet

    I remember so many things he said Words with prickly edges that sometimes still stick in my skin and mind Don’t be such a silly girl Don’t take this the wrong way, you’re easy, you’re simple I’m just being honest I have no affection to give you how can you hate or blame me for…

  • Creationism

      I tell my friend some people, you just can’t help they’re projecting on you all the things they can and can’t see in themselves that you’re like them or different or approximately equal to or greater than or less than who what they are I tell him you can change your perspective but you can’t…

  • Untitled

    Slighted again Flaws brought to light again I am a living, breathing antithesis-stress theory Give me innate despair Give me environmental distress Watch me break apart I rip in two and rip into two more Exponential misery