Monthly Archives: August 2005

“The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.” Joan Didion Continue reading →

Do these thoughts lose their value in the retelling? Continue reading →

Slowly it gets louder; at the climax the crystal cry fills my ears with it’s fevered pitch. Continue reading →

a parallel of the aroma of her body, changing with the tang of arousal and heat assaulting my senses with her desire Continue reading →

Ok, so way too much work this week. my brain is frying slowly but quite efficiently like an egg put in a pan an low heat, crisping and curling around the edges, the center drying out in warning of the … Continue reading →

So I guess we deal with it and keep moving; rolling with the punches and stealing those small moments of grace where we can get them; rolled up in the arms of a loved one, hesitant to move for fear of breaking the spell that holds you both above the torrential flow of humanity for those brief seconds. Continue reading →

And where this chronicle began, this empty room filled with hollow people, it ends. Continue reading →

oh now this is ridiculous Continue reading →