Sheets of ice water separate me from everyone else on the street as I try to stand as close as I can get to the wet wall, losing feeling in my hands and feet, as if it isn’t even August. Slightly claustrophobic and crowded under the awning, I shiver, not at all warmed by the breath of all the other survivors of this downpour. I catch myself ( Read more... )

Some people go to therapy. Some try to drown the voices in their head in drink. Stifle them with the sheets of a woman that smells a lot like that sunset on that summer evening many moons ago. They lull the voices into submission with song and dance. Bribe them with designer labels. A lot like snake charmers, they coax the voices into the ( Read more... )

 Not exactly an optimist, I still hoped that there was some truth to the saying that “when God closes a door he opens a window instead.” Well, when God decided to close this particular door he must have been in one of his Old Testament kind of moods. Or maybe he’s just got a peculiar sense of humor. Or he was particularly bored that afternoon. ( Read more... )

Are you afraid of running out of time? Being poisoned by emotions past their date of expiration? Being relegated to the past tense, to the vault where all dusty memories are kept, where names are spoken in hushed tones and details are blurred by the panacea of time and space?

Somehow I feel like some memories are bigger than the shoe boxes they ( Read more... )

Reality infringes on my fragile fairy tale during the wakeful hours of the day so I paint love on your closed eyelids while you sleep so at least I can have you these few brief moments of the night.


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I'm moving again tomorrow.  For what seems like the gajillionth time in my life (while it's only the 12th time in the last 11 years).  I don't even know why I ever bother unpacking my suitcases.  All I do is pack them again in a few months (or in a few years in some rare cases).

I have already managed to establish some safe harbors where some of ( Read more... )

The sun is burning cigarette holes in the film of my dreams and your clattering about in the kitchen sounds like the whole damn world is coming to an end. God, how I truly hate f*cking mornings! I hate waking up next to you, but it’s just that I just hate waking up, truth be told. The “next to” bit falls between the cracks of my mind that is ( Read more... )

Haven't written in days.  Ideas are buzzing in my head, demanding to be let out, but as soon as I get my index fingers poised over "F" and "J" they get camera shy and freeze in the light of the monitor.  I wish I could wrangle them out.  Maybe then I wouldn't feel strangled by the overabundance of unspoken words.

I really wish I could just lay on ( Read more... )

Having been waiting from a very early age, one would have thought I would be good at it by now, but I am an absolute failure when it comes to biding my time and carrying on while expecting something. Seconds trickling through the course of my day are like Chinese water torture carving into my feeble sense of sanity. Deafened by the ticking of my ( Read more... )

Loud exclamations are throbbing in my brain awakened by the lifelike apparitions flitting through my dreams. I open my eyes gingerly trying to gently untangle astral projection from the palpable. The two are intertwined, stuck together; one is incomplete without the other. Life is erected out of moments of closeness, bright flashes across the ( Read more... )