December 2010
9 posts
Talking to you
is like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.
I don’t know when the blast is coming, but the danger is ever-present.
I’m angry for two reasons. The first is that it hurt. A lot. The second is that you scare the shit out of me.
You’re the same as every thing I was ever afraid of, making me hesitant to say a word for fear that it will be molded and twisted into the...
How it feels to be in a car accident.
I feel the tires break loose first. I can hear the snow sliding underneath the wheels. I say nothing, wanting him to concentrate on the road. After all, the worst thing to do is panic.
He cuts the wheel back and forth, trying to regain control. The truck fishtails, small at first, then larger, wider. I grip the door handle out of some sort of innate, useless habit. My heart beats not faster, but...
"A Person, A Paper, A Promise" by Dr. Earl Reum
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took...
The Fucking Weather →
11º!! IT’S FUCKING COLD.
“Actually, a sharp stick in the eye would be better.”
You Are Watching: The Candy Shop →
“A fairytale about the sexual exploitation of children.”
