Monthly Archives: September 2023

Every day is a day of waking. Every day is a day of work. Every day is a sunrise setting. Every day is a sunset missed. Every day is a missing moment. Every day I write the script. Every day … Continue reading →

Think: You could be with me right now in my hellhole home with the roaches and the heat and the filth and clutter and the noises in the night from the bumps from above along with creaky boards and crashes … Continue reading →

There was a survey they asked me to fill out today and in it they asked how things were going and whether I was experiencing suicidal ideation and I put down No. And they asked further down if I was … Continue reading →

I noticed for a while you wore nothing but red and I thought it was some kind of power move but I didn’t say anything because I thought to call attention to it might seem a little stalkery but then … Continue reading →

He decided he was a good listener. The way they talked around him as he stroked his chin and said, "Yes, yes…" and nodded knowingly put them at ease, he felt, and kept them talking. That was what a good … Continue reading →

They’re telling me I’m better off now that the new one will make me happier than you ever could but even if you were messy and confusing and a little dirty I still miss you and I wish we were … Continue reading →

Your father is here in his old apartment which you haven’t seen in quite some time. You struggle to remember when he moved out but it is not coming to you quite so easily. He is not walking quite so … Continue reading →

In the war you may dance but only as you’ve been instructed and only for the purposes your commanders have authorized. In the war you may fight. You may fight for peace. You may fight for pieces of eight. You … Continue reading →

Mist rises. Birds call softly. Nature makes itself known – but from a distance. The windows are closed like doors and I am insulated from everything here in my guest room estate. I am away. My window allows me to … Continue reading →

Thinking about Jessie, Michelle’s sister, who didn’t know me well but was polite enough when I stopped by to see my friend. My friend was Michelle, who I came to see because of her sister, who was Jessie, who didn’t … Continue reading →