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oh sailor (part 2)

You’ve gone missing. You’d think in days where everything is electric there would always be some way to contact someone. But that’s not the case for you. You’re still a mystery. A phone number that works half the time. But came with a cautionary warning about who might pick up. You told me about the […]

primary girl.

The way you’d shake your head and scream along to the music at the top of your lungs when the doors were closed, I thought I was witnessing a revolution. And I was, you are a revolution. Then years later on a stage in front of us all, I wasn’t the only witness to it […]

oh sailor…

the potential start of something… We had these blonde wigs. I even don’t know how it all started. I think we wanted to be someone else for a day. We’d put them on and stroke our hair. I marveled at what a good blonde I’d make. You’d laugh at the fact that you were already […]

I’m not there yet…

Every time I get upset or jealous all I can think is, I’m not there yet. But sometimes its hard. Those moments when your stomach drops and you can’t wash that bitter taste out of your mouth to save your life. When your life feels like puzzle pieces that have just been thrown up in […]

the spill…

You let me go. It was kind of like when a glass just slips from your hands. But I didn’t slip. You let me go. And I fell. Most people are in it for the destruction. They turn back so they can catch a glimpse of the crash. The glass breaking. The spill. But you […]

a photograph on the table…

“I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead. Let them become a photograph […]

it’ll happen again.

something old that needed to see the light… Sometimes you take what you take. Terrible loves and you walk away with nothing. Or do you? A broken heart? Yes. But a waste of time? You decide. So this is what I take from you… I wrote some of my best pieces of writing during that […]

i’m an extraordinary machine…

“You were a healer in another life.” That’s what she said to me. She was a witch of a lady. As in, I really think she was a witch. Lady bugs crawling on her arms, spiders in her hair. The kind of stuff you read in children’s novels. She also told me I was in […]