a list of things that lack warmth: a snake in winter liquid helium outer space often, my fingers and toes the house where I used to live the desert at night antarctica the pacific ocean the sidewalks where homeless people die the walls we build between us and them in Palestine and on U Street

and she said: write even if what you write is shit my stomach doesn’t hurt it just keeps expelling things apparently unwanted things i know what that is like being the substance of revulsion i keep telling this story over and over i carry it with me i check it occasionally i make sure i [...]

Hang on to magic or don’t be blasé the Patrick Bateman way I’m into murders and executions mostly but It’s tricky carving up people’s hearts: soon there are pieces everywhere starting to wander around regurgitating blood bleating sad songs We can not confront this as we are wont to do so let’s label it: this [...]

So, I’ve been nominated for/awarded the Versatile Blogger Award by author S. Zainab Williams! Thanks dude! The rules are that I have to say seven things about myself and then nominate 15 other blogs that I like/respect. My seven things: 1. Unless a writer has an extremely compelling plot, attention to word choice and sentence [...]

Go back to 1999 Make it true Begin 2000 Can’t turn back now Summer swelter is sticky Holding on is now a moral imperative for the Fall 2001 opens and the hammer will hit a nail into your cheek and twist your arm you now know disfiguration Summer drips into slimey ruthless Engagement Round 1 [...]

gisteren was koreaans vandaag is chinees en je zo vandaag is pijn wat is de pijn toch duur! wij kunnen dit niet jij en mij het ligt niet voor mij weg

To carry another person – women do this all the time carrying little collections of cells growing them into little people letting go of them into adulthood I carry the seed within me to do this to hold you up if your legs equivocate if your heart starts to run low on fuel Like others, [...]

I don’t believe we’re afraid to die Death we can control Death we can choose any moment Death can hold our hand as if to guarantee We promise you will never have to do this again And this is one promise you can trust No one will break it and your heart along with it

you sat up all night checking my pulse making sure I wasn’t dead I’m sorry about that that you became an actor in my horror show that your anger and your cool and my pain and my fear dripped together becoming a toxic, horrifying pool that his shadow moved in when you had only meant [...]

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