Grams & Ed, A big hello with lots of love to both of you. I hope all is well in Vermont. I have been battling homesickness, summer is the hardest season. We don’t really have a summer here, it pretty much stays sunny and spring or foggy and spring throughout the year. I have a … [Read more…]
07/09/98 hey baby. i long to hear it. that voice that rings so true in my mind. i can almost hear what it will sound like. hey gorgeous. how are you. and he’ll take my arm or my hand. he’ll run his fingers over my face. as if he were sculpting me and almost as … [Read more…]
Caitlin Stevens 4414 20th St San Francisco, CA USA 94114 415.648.8533 Dave, Memories and music and so much spinning around. We sat all day exhausted and content in the whirling. The sunlight warmth of laughter, familiar. It was beautiful. It was. And it passed. As it should. And I thank you. You won’t know … [Read more…]
I don’t remember what it is I have to say. have i run this whole way so i could look back and tell them i accomplished something? finally having the means to back myself up finally looking back and i am finding that up until now i didn’t realize how highly i thought of myself. … [Read more…]
5/2/98 it rains and i am happy. harder rain than it has in years clears my mind of all that clutters and lurks. i hear every drop as i touch every muscle. i am no longer ignorant of what i feel. inside i know things move. i’ve never watched before the flow emerging never bitterly … [Read more…]
“heeeeyyy!” ahmi opens her arms wide after opening the door. her hug is tight and warm. “it’s so good to see you! god, how long has it been? you wanna talk out here? i want a cigarette. i told the folks i quit but, you know.” ahmi gets that devilish gleam to her eyes.
paralogism.. a fallacious argument contrary to logical rules defenestration…. a throwing of a thing or a person out a window i raised two daughters. i buried a husband. i’ve made my coffee. -lauren bacall. mirror has two faces Looking back now, he knew he meant to do it. He even thought he knew why. It … [Read more…]
What days these are for me, i have no way to explain them. I konw i am getting better… steadier, closer to the woman i want to be. I am cooking a chicken with lemon thyme and oranges and i think it has come out well. I am taking care of myself, though after years … [Read more…]
no matter what you’re holding, there’s no way to tell until the bidding’s done. Here I am, only seven more floors until I walk into satan’s lair to sell my soul. This I’m supposed to believe while mulling over an act latent with meaning. But they loved me at Joint. I know they did. I … [Read more…]
Ding. Ding. “Twenty fifth floor. Going up.” They’ve installed this recorded voice in the elevator. It creeps me out. I hate it. “Twenty sixth floor. Going up.” At first it was extremely unsettling. I don’t think anyone actually notices it at this point. He asked me to move in with him. I had my second … [Read more…]