I once knew a man with calloused hands ( Read more... )

Boy of Solomon ( Read more... )

This night I'm wrapped in rain's arms ( Read more... )

From my window I watch you go ( Read more... )

*HEAD MEET FLOOR*

I can feel it coming along.
I feel the slushing tide of cold emotion
moving towards my wary, warm self.
It rises and pushes forward,
moving into its old, old home.
An onset of unreasonable unhappiness that just shouldn’t be.
Can’t be avoided. Can’t be denied.
Settle into the pool formed by this tide
and hope that the sun will be enough to bring ( Read more... )

This was from an old journal entry that I wrote in my sketch book while sitting at the local park that was a WPA project way back when ( Read more... )

So here I am fumbling in the dark confines of my house again. I've puttered at the internet. I've contemplated calling people. I've even made and drank kool-aid to kill tomorrow. Tomorrow I will make cookies and wonder if I will receive a phone call from someone I used to know. However, for the moment, I have settled on typing out my rambling ( Read more... )

I forget how to do stuff on Live Journal when I don't use it often enough so now you get a giant text monstrosity! YEY ( Read more... )

It's been a while ( Read more... )