Monthly Archives: July 2014
Don’t come around here no more
Once I had a dolly but I lost him on the moor now dolly don’t come around here no more Once we had a puppy but he went down the shore and puppy don’t come around here no more Once … Continue reading
Love, April
Dear Diary, I swear that someday I’ll stop starting every entry that way, really. There’s something familiar and safe about it, though, so maybe I’ll just keep saying that I’ll swear I’ll stop, but I won’t actually stop. The ‘writing … Continue reading
Green-Eyed
She couldn’t get pregnant. She couldn’t give him a disease. She wouldn’t tell him no and her body could be unhinged to fold and bend in ways that were both obscene and perhaps illegal. She could literally suck-start a hoover, … Continue reading
The Old Apartment
When I walk into her rooms, they’re a wreck. I should have known it would be, but I’m still somewhat surprised by the level of filth that always managed to accumulate, and the way she lived in it, without caring. … Continue reading
She Wanted Me To Tell You
His name is Thomas and it is always Thomas unless it isn’t and unless it is something else entirely something that has always been a backandforth about clarity and light, with starry eyes. He knows this, as fiercely as he … Continue reading