Haunted |
I don't believe in ghosts.
In my mid-twenties, my best friend and my future husband and I decided to take one of our famous road trips. Most of them were ill-planned, spurious jaunts, almost always r...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 13:46:00 GMT |
Kiss Me |
Gushing
Loathing
Biting
Lust
Obsequious sounds of useless kisses,
Cannot convince me of your sincerity.
Nevertheless,
Kiss me.
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 21:49:00 GMT |
View |
Sitting out back on a broken wooden chair decorated with dragons, smoking a cigarette, I have a great view.
My patio is a slab of disintegrating concrete encircled by a square of sparse, unhappy gras...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 11:31:00 GMT |
Fish Brains |
It was in 7th grade that I first encountered this phenomenon. Sitting quietly in math class, next to a cute, tow-headed demon of a boy, I'd randomly flip through my textbook as the teacher droned on a...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 22:36:00 GMT |
In the Middle of War |
I used to think War was bad, horribleunder any circumstances. I saw only the carnage, death, and suffering associated with it. I was sympathetic with the innocentsoldiers and civilianskilled for, w...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 21:30:00 GMT |
The Land (excerpt) |
At first, we camped out under the stars, in a smelly, mildewed tent, next to a curvy creek, taking cold 5-minute showers under a rigged-up aluminum trashcan (my Father's invention) and drinking plasti...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 12:02:00 GMT |
Drowning |
You say I'm a Jerk
That I jerk you around
But you're not the intended
You're just a victim.
I bathe in the drama
Created by Me
Until I can't breathe
Until I can't see.
And just whe...
Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 19:19:00 GMT |
Boxes of Bones |
Boxes of bones
Forgotten names
No one visits
Empty graves
Beneath the oaks
Forget-me-nots
All cares are buried
All love is lost
Cold winds
And icy frosts
We die alone
Boxes of bones
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 06:16:00 GMT |
