July 2012
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[Light shutters across us.] Wherever you are
in me I’m there, though it’s not...
– Philip White, from “Infidelity” (via the-final-sentence)
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Summer Witch Hunts.
I try to remember the last time I could finish a sentence without wanting to chew off my own tongue; I must have been sitting here for hours. My mother comes in places a hand on my shoulder and says “Honey, try and get some rest” I bite my tongue and tell her that I’ve been trying to rest for nearly twenty years and I just can’t seem to find a place to rest my head that...
June 2012
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He put on a little light music instead.
– Douglas Adams, from Mostly Harmless (thanks, diu-vivere-mortem)
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freckles
moderateclimates:
On my lover’s back, there are forty-three freckles. His caramel skin, flecked with moments where the sun burnt too brightly (and seared God-crafted flesh). He tells me of the days when he would run naked in the shade of mountains, wearing scarves and mittens and gumboots, but nothing to cover his modesty.
Between nature and he, there was only openness, and God saw...
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May 2012
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I can carry this
and all that will come after.
I can carry you.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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I want to write something new to submit and for...
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Guy's, I'm entering a couple of writing contests.
I think.
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An Absent Summer
sleep-sweet:
Her eyes were grey-glacier abstractions. Absentee ballots and wounds from bullets never seem to heal properly, not with this weather. And not only this, but when the moon was out last thursday night and she whispered her one line on the script, the hint of mint from under her tongue crawled up my spine and threw my eyes to the now open door, where she cascaded into the light like a...
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It was one drop of salt water against another.
– Ruth Stone, from “Genesis” (via the-final-sentence)
April 2012
12 posts
Anonymous asked: You will always have part of my heart, MY foxfire.
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Now you seem only shade and light and noise;
now you have vanished, twenty...
– Paul Hetherington, from “Where Peppermint Gums” (via the-final-sentence)
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Leave me a subject, memory, name, place, pretty... →
Thought it would be a fun idea and I could use the practice.
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Willow Tree
My mother is the type of woman who tries to hide disappointment in her bones, but it always comes leaking out, like her tears the day my grandmother laid with her last breath caught in her throat and my mother chased me from the room whispering ‘there are some things I don’t want you to have to live with’. There are still things that I’m trying to live with, like my body...
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I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist.
– Herman Melville, from Billy Budd (thanks, Paige, no Tumblr supplied)
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But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I...
– Nelson Mandela, from Long Walk to Freedom (thanks, stubbornly-euphoric)
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Exorcism
Sometimes I can still taste the bleach when I breathe in, and I think that maybe I’m still trying to wipe myself clean.Perform an exorcism on this body of nineteen years, and this body of nineteen years has walked across war zones, not overseas but here on the home front in the face of domestic landmines and poverty missiles. But, I am here and I have spit in the face of the devil, shame I...