The people I’ve loved the most are those so confidently at ease with themselves, that they put others at ease. If there’s a guy railing
“I came to America in 1914, by way of Philadelphia. That’s where I got off the boat. And then I came to Baltimore.
An original combination of words rings a bell that can never be unheard. Though often unrecognized as such until repeated, for what in this world
“Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to
I’ve been to hell, and it was here on earth. I’ve been to heaven, and it was here on earth. And there is far worse
My roots were deeper than the roots of any other tree My roots were deeper than the roots that anyone could see My roots were
“We are born at a given moment, in a given place, and like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and
“To free ourselves from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves, there lies the great singular power of self-respect.” ~ Joan Didion
It bled out, it folded,it fellthey clamored over the wreckageto where it was at the edge of the wellfrom where he’d been drawing from her
I haven’t posted a video here in quite a while, this song, and the presentation of it, are just that good.
Should I be sorryhaving loved at all?That I’ve loved you?that I still do.I’ll tell you what,you be youand I’ll be meand we’ll see,what happens in
Why should we pretend we are not devastated? These lives, these loves, the lovers into friends, and friends, into lovers? Why should we pretend our
One of my stories, “Satisfaction” was featured at Phantasmagorium as the Weekly Offering.While that time has passed, the stories that go up in this section
And in the moment when I couldn’t stand the pain,He made it rain.And I against my better judgement,I hated him a little less,For making such
The space stretched out before us, a wide open carpet of rolling earth to the horizon. The wind warm against our faces, the beauty a
Originally published at Slit Your Wrists Zine, republished at Revolt Daily Second Honeymoon “I thought that they would recognize it right away. You would. The
The Need There’s some wicked moment of a memory of a cross and roses on a bed of obsession, their rings off, backs to the
there’s what I want. and there’s what everyone else wants. you’d think, at 43, they’d quit trying to Eliza Doolittle me. and telling me all
Beauty They think beauty is a box of candy, velvet ribbons, satin gowns, They think beauty is a bombshell, They think beauty never frowns.
I buy their old books Whoever they are Pieces of them left behind Tucked in between the pages Notes and dedications, A Christmas tag Used
August 2008 The Castle Rose The Queen was in seclusion, Following delusions Of having seen something real. Ol’ Blue Eyes, The King of Mass Appeal,