I’ve never done this. Written on an airplane. Especially on short flights like this. I’m flying over the New York/Pennsylvania border, into Ontario, and back down through Michigan to Chicago. Back to Chicago. I’m sure we’re near descending ( Read more... )

I just need to type this out ( Read more... )

I sit here alone, thinking of what? How I'm alone with a swath thru my throat. Trust would the sexiest thing, but am I too far gone to extricate this ( Read more... )

Again? I thought we went thru this with Original Sinsuality back in '05. I'd like to take an opportunity to record for posterity my thoughts on AATS after living with it for the past little bit. First of all, my version looks like this ( Read more... )

After your protagonist (me) left Mississippi and Tennessee, he came back to New York. That city in/of which he has this extreme love/hate relationship. The first few days, it felt oddly intoxicating. And your protagonist felt warm feelings. Then he felt the undercurrents of New York-ness come in right after that, and now ( Read more... )

So when I first came to Halifazax, I was riding high on the then-new release of Britney's "Circus" album (which I think should have been tracked differently, but that's for another time). Now, I find myself at the crux of another exit; another exit; another one in my life. How many times have I exited by now? This time, it is hopefully with the ( Read more... )

I just have to write this all down to get it out of my mind. I prefer it digital so then I won't have to carry it and I can see it whenever I need to. Cuz I may forget, procrastinate, or fuck up ( Read more... )

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by James Merrill ( Read more... )