Monthly Archives: October 2009
There are wars to fight. The days are long and weary, it drains us dry. My heart can be your pillow. Advertisements
He liked to send me stars. Check your mailbox, he would say. I left a star for you.
I breathe out wispy cottony clouds of silvery mist borne from the depths of my lungs warmed by the thump thumping of my pound pounding heart. You are an angry spectator. You are a sheltered moth. The wind has sliced … Continue reading
We were here first. Before the race and the rivalry. Before there was anything but what was real. Before you ever knew what you stood for, before you could even understand. It doesn’t mean anything. It will always be this … Continue reading
But only you that I’ll catch.
This city has a pulse These faces, all their stories All the many hidden places Do you ever stop to wonder Where they’ve come from Where they’re headed? I am a stranger passing through.
We leave not-so-subtle clues in public places. We do stupid things then hide the evidence so it may be easily found. We hurt we hurt we hurt. We want them to notice when there is something wrong. We try so … Continue reading