Going Back Home to Georgia. |
There was no grass here.And there hadn't been. Not since the drought had begun last spring, my grandmother had told me as I stepped through the door of her ancient six-room Georgian residence. My gran...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:57:00 GMT |
Love and Some Verses. |
where one's love unfoldsand holds truethey're bound to divide itupon the broken loversdistraught and scatteredwith reason.and I will be your guardianwhen timecloses(in on you.)I wish myself to be inth...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 10:17:00 GMT |
Ransom notes keep falling out of your mouth. |
and I can still feel youbreathing me inyour heart pounding against my chestin a lost cause over my mind's own controversiesinternal strugglesscreaming your nameand now I'm pricking my veinsto find the...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 10:09:00 GMT |
Cinematic tragedy. |
Because we're only skin thin.my vision finally cleared, as did my esoteric mind.I must have passed out again.or maybe I got lucky this time -maybe I'm dead.I remember hitting hard, my flushed cheeks g...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 15:18:00 GMT |
Prior to. |
More or less a continuation of my blog titled Transcontinental Railroads and Cigarette Burns. Rather, a story 'prior to'. In the blog previously mentioned my main character, remy, is well a bit...bitt...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 18:06:00 GMT |
Transcontinental Railroads and cigarette burns. |
They always told me it was a bad habit.Not the smoking, no. I was too obviously doomed by that.It was him they were more concerned with.I lightly gripped the steering wheel as I flicked my smoke douse...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 13:48:00 GMT |
In the midst of what once was apathy. |
and you would expect me to shine brighter,much brighter than before.before you walked inand you wrapped your spine aroundmy broken and twisted torsocrushing a set of fragile lungslike some beautiful f...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 08:29:00 GMT |
Questioning life's purpose. |
God once told meYou believe in me and therefore I will love you,I wonder where that voice went to.A father once told meYou need to talk to the Lord,I tried -but all I got was the machine.A friend once...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 12:11:00 GMT |
Sleeping to Dream (about you) |
To Travis:I saw you. You were in my dream once.Desperate and willing we laid, a cold sweat between usand we, we were like paper cut-outs, perfectly fitting.The hardwood mimicked the ice outside, thoug...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 13:44:00 GMT |
Q & A Blog. |
Post assorted interesting questions below.
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 23:49:00 GMT |
