There was this girl at school Quiet Melody was her name. She used to hide in her hair. Long and black it was like a raven’s back and she used it as a curtain so that nobody could see her. When people addressed her Melody would wave sheepishly distantly as though from another planet and […]
Under a blanket of gasoline I light a match and blame God.
Some people are such empty vessels that it fills me with pain until I look away.
Things seem comical after awhile that once mattered even if you’re laughing at yourself.
The man at the end of the table laughs at a joke I unintentionally made as I stick my fork into something that I cannot pronounce.
Burning bridges is good practice in bad thinking.
At times explaining to people what manners are is like trying to discuss politics with a vending machine.
I watch the rain pelt the other side of the window and I think of dead spirits in new engines of men that are not men anymore of fake plastic glitter neon entrances to pain. I think of dolls filled with snakes and smiles that lure you into bottomless pits. I think of how money […]
I have worked with several people that have spent most of their lives behind a broad desk seated in a comfortable leather chair with an undisputable air of casual ease about them that most would most certainly consider enviable as now even deep into their forties they bear the faces of children so much that […]
Sometimes you fuck up. You just do. It happens. You can’t linger on it. You shouldn’t shoulder it or dwell upon it for too long unless of course you have caused the loss of innocent lives or something of that magnitude. Just learn what you can from it and try not to do it again […]