Centripetal |
Bred with restraint, options can be limited.So shackled breath is all that's available, and other's clumsily juxtaposed words.There is a year that would best be destroyed. But years are everyone's pro...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 08:29:00 GMT |
Flayer |
Situations shredded finely, spat forth with intensity that flays the flesh from the bone. Try as it might, it won't scab over, and it's so raw to the touch. Analysis can be so cruel and biting. Critic...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 20:29:00 GMT |
A Shadow over the Brain |
There can be little less comforting than the silence of a phone quickly hung up."They're moving me to a bigger hospital.They think it has something to do with my brain.I have to go."What? What do you ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:46:00 GMT |
Some days..., |
Once in a while there occurs such a day as one would rather not have repeated. Today was one of those days. I'm glad it's almost over. Though I'm not excited about what the next day holds.I awoke this...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 18:41:00 GMT |
fragments, the next sun |
sometimesit feels like the world is falling apart in fragmentswell, my world, anywayThe rest of the world doesn't care, or matter, in this particular instance.but yet the pieces keep crumblingand thou...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 18:58:00 GMT |
The Horror in the Maine Woods |
"Edward's calls now grew a trifle more frequent, and his hints occasionally became concrete. What he said was not to be believed, even in centuried and legend-haunted Arkham; but he threw out his dark...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 18:56:00 GMT |
The Door to Winter |
It is the last week of school for 2007, and in true Finals form, it is quite intense. The intensity of the weather has helped contribute to this as well--two snowstorms within less than four days. ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 13:04:00 GMT |
Notes on a cold November night |
It's a cold night. A cold November night. Outside my windows, the pools of rain on the eaves freeze quietly under a moon just past full. The wind was biting today, as were my fears and concerns. A ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 04:30:00 GMT |
31 Hours in New England--a visual snapshot when words fail me. |
Leaving my apartment around 2 p.m. this afternoon, I noticed a peculiar scent. I had smelled it before, somewhere... I tried to match it to some memory, but I failed and continued on my way. As I cli...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 00:50:00 GMT |
Set it on "High" and leave it to burn. |
So I left them, the two of them.It was late, it was dark, it was smoky, it was all of the many things it had been all of the many times before, but this time it was different--that path was closed to ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 08:03:00 GMT |
