Blog posts by yours truly
“The whole business was sincere enough, but a stupid pathological mirage, a magical orange grove in a nightmare. I feel like a son of a bitch.” -Robert Lowell Foreign knuckles and wide chest, You hug me like a dovecote nests a dove. But what am I to think of all this love, When the words…
My mind is very free and hates to be constrained. My heart has an on and off switch and no dimmer. So as my mind wanders, my heart blazes shut, and the two can never agree on what.
Taste of the silken web I’ve woven on the weaver’s beams. I sat belowdecks, hunched, ankles against knees, crossing my fingers and sighing for your skin, conceptualizing hekatontakismyrioi in my head and wishing I might hold one in my hands. I bit my lip. The oil tipped out of the lamp and splattered burning…
The world is such a bubble I can’t believe I’ve stood atop it in hobnail boots, and it hasn’t popped all this time. My eyes fail in one night of exhaustion. Lord, please let me sleep. I can’t sleep. For some reason, I can’t sleep. I’m tired, so, so tired. My eyes are failing, and…