Monthly Archives: November 2014
See, Monster
When I was a little child, my brother Matt nearly drowned. We had taken a vacation down the shore, and he got caught in a riptide, and was tossed about a bit like a doll in a front loader. We … Continue reading
Caoineadh ar an Bean Sí
“Blue–” “Máire, le haghaidh an grá Dé, scor do caointe!” bhí a guth éadrócaireach, aon uair a chan Mary. Ba mhaith sí ag canadh barely sé nótaí i, ag obair sa seomra níocháin, nuair a líonadh sé suas an doras, … Continue reading
Cold
It was November 18th, nine in the morning. It was cold where I was, and I was cold, but I couldn’t feel it. My eyes were open. Navy blue, but fading — not blue like his. They’d never be too-blue, … Continue reading
I Could Title This But I'll Still Hate You, Either Way
If I were sympathetic, I feel as though you might like me more. If I could show you a certain amount of pity, rather than seem apathetic, you might be less angry with me. I am, however, only empathetic, and … Continue reading
I Could Title This But I’ll Still Hate You, Either Way
If I were sympathetic, I feel as though you might like me more. If I could show you a certain amount of pity, rather than seem apathetic, you might be less angry with me. I am, however, only empathetic, and … Continue reading