It’s a hazy late-summer afternoon, the kind where the heat has finally broken and it’s not unbearable outside. There’s a small house amongst a row of similar structures, but this one stands out because it fits in too well. The yard is perfectly groomed, the grass too-green and trimmed, telltale signs of expensive care. There’s a swing-set standing ( Read more... )

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"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."
- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Unfortunately, in disagreement with the late and great Mr. Vonnegut, whom I hold in high esteem, I must say otherwise. I have reached an equilibrium between the beast of my ever-looming depression and that small cinder of hope that I kindle in the chambers of my figurative heart. ( Read more... )

The off key tones in the air of the bar echoed the discordant beats of his heart. Every strummed chord was a mirror of his internal turmoil. His only defense, the beer on front of him. He hefted it to his lips and drained what remained in the bottle. There was protection in the dulling of his senses. There was succor. If he could drink these ( Read more... )

There, just beyond the light's reach, that is where my heart lies. Draped in the shadows of doubt, fear, and uncertainty it beats slowly. The sound of a ragged bellow worked by a weak arm echoes from that dark place, the thin wheezing signaling the futile attempt to stoke whatever embers remain. The fire has burned out ( Read more... )

The shape is hidden in the stone; the sculptor only needs coax it out.
The flame is hidden in the wood; you only need to beg the spark.

Perhaps all this time I have flown as a crow I have simply been a raven, lost.
Perchance I have been mistaken, distracted by the shining glimmers of foil in grass.

Head held high, shoulders back, I walk through the ( Read more... )

I have partaken of various substances this evening.
I am feeling quite high and quite low at the moment.
To compensate, I am singing along, voice at it's loudest, to Say Anything.
I cannot wait to be out West.
I cannot wait to be out East.

I really, really want to hug K-mart right now.
I was telling someone tonight how she was one of most wonderful ( Read more... )

He spoke honest words to me ( Read more... )

Chuck Palahniuk wrote, "Someday I'd be dead without a scar and there would be a really nice condo and a car. Really, really nice until the dust settled or the next owner. Nothing is static ( Read more... )

Rain was pit-patting against the window. It was a small, rectangular window, a double hung single-pane affair as you might find in older urban homes or historical buildings. This window could be found in the former, a squat brownstone facing out upon an empty street lined with trees holding their first buds of the year. The street was also quiet, a ( Read more... )