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Children Drawing Stick Figures at Night
I don’t think it’s juvenile aesthetics alone and poor motor skills that make us as small children inclined to draw ourselves and each other as stick figures. We are accurate representations of who we really are this way: no distended bellies, fat with greed and gluttony and the taste of our own malcontent No misshapen…
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September 19, 2013: Running out of words
Here are some photos instead. They’re pretty much the same thing.
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Maybe.
maybe you remember a time when the sky was small and vast and concealed in the palm of your tiny pale hand and wide, stretched tall against the bleak black backdrop of the universe infinitesimal immense maybe you were just as small and invincible and grand. maybe you remember when each note of a tune…
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floor.
in the dark, fumbling for the lightswitch like a drunk still wiping whore-red lipstick from his crotch and breathing fumes of cigarettes and stale whiskey on the doorman as he tries to maintain some sense of dignity -the light evades, exhaustion wins the floor becomes a haven, cold and hard unforgiving, flat black tiles cracked…
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funk and photographs
A couple weeks ago, beloved and I went to see one of our favorite bands. Before the show, one of the musicians came over and introduced himself, expressed his gratitude that we came, and then told me he’s one of my biggest fans and mentioned that I hadn’t written much lately. That was weird. Incredibly kind,…
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four seventeen
i ravage his treasure steal from the dreams he keeps locked inside his simmering head written out longhand, his sharp letters a path to the stars night, darker than the furthest corner from the sun and i am nightmares raging, waking out of breath unable to speak with my own voice unable to see with…
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selfish.
i said, in my sleep, i want everything whispered, face turned away from the sleeping back beside me i took it back almost immediately just in case my voice might have carried kept inside the selfish bits wander loose from time to time wanting everything always to be the only thing my system of belief…
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On English Classes, Guts and Expectations
Some of you might know that I went back to school recently. I am required, as part of the standard curriculum, to take an English class. I thought about testing out of the class, but decided to go through with it because I don’t exactly have a ton of experience writing the kind of things college…
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Asheville Writers in the Schools Write-A-Thon
Hi friends, Asheville Writers in the Schools is a non-profit organization that places writers in local schools to teach kids about the joys of reading and writing. I’m participating in a “Write-A-Thon” to raise funds for the program; I’m hoping it will help inspire me, too, to complete the children’s book I’ve been promising baby…
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2.13 in the morning, 2.13.
what if i’ve forgotten how to sleep and all i’ll ever do it sit here with my eyes burnt out and my skull cracked from the pressure of my brain trying to escape and hide someplace warm and safe where there aren’t any bugs or verbs or thoughts what if, for that matter, all of…
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April Fox 