My Maudlin Career |
The days withered in such a way that stalks remain. Whether I wish for them to be lifeless souveniers is of no consequence; what has been will stay with me. I regret, recriminate, reminisce. High scho...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 16:33:00 GMT |
today is the first day of the rest of your life |
another year, another sequence of days, colliding like dominos, furious and deadening. we ended 2008 as we ended 2007--on the river, watching a japanese chef grill before our eyes, reading our fortune...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 05:31:00 GMT |
sprout & bean |
With the dreary month of February still casting gloom across the barren yard, it's hard to imagine that soon jonquils will be peeping from the cracks in the pavement. Little lambs will graze, duckling...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:09:00 GMT |
mooncatching |
This is taken from my journal on January 24, 2007. To protect my minimal privacy, I have concealed THE name..
"My room reeks of one of my last matches, crumpled in my hand, the flickering spoke of lig...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 07:55:00 GMT |
father lucifer |
The monotony has descended again; school life, rushing to tennis matches, scrambling to plan weekend activities. Tonight, already exhausted by all of the insanity, I am sprawled in bed. The shades are...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 17:40:00 GMT |
Born Secular |
I didn't plan to nearly reject the Bible, but it was something that happened. As inevitable as combing my hair, with youth, with death, the questioning came. I asked my mother, that terrible day when ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 14:34:00 GMT |
Bruises |
I was playing tennis, just yesterday, and hit a particularly heinous shot that soared out of the court. Instantly, I was filled with the old urge to whack my leg with my racquet. A technique, a f...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:05:00 GMT |
