It’s dark in here. Yesterday, after the end came, I spotted a soggy tennis ball at the side of the road. It was in the sand, nearby the strip mall, inches away from rushing tires. Miles away from tennis...
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Monthly Archives: April 2008
Nowhereland
It’s dark in here. Yesterday, after the end came, I spotted a soggy tennis ball at the side of the road. It was in the sand, nearby the strip mall, inches away from rushing tires. Miles away from tennis...Where My Thoughts Escaping
I am running back today, to London, for a quick breath. I am looking for my feet and for my friends. For the tiny space of quiet in the corners, and the for the push of...Bored Beyond Belief
Lately, I don’t know what I am doing. I am not so much numb as I have been fiercely holding down my mind, pressing it up against my palm to keep it from straying. I am stopping...Black Boxes Are Boxes Too
It’s no secret that the word “box” is slang for “woman.” (if you are under consenting age and you didn’t know that already, ask you parents why, just for fun.) So just to make this...A Stream Running Up a Mountain
O, love is never easy It’s almost always out of your way. It’s not the path of least resistance. It’s not some words you get to say. He is rough and she is gentle....January 2012
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