Digital Writ

looking over at me. don’t look to me. I’m trying, I’m trying to not exist before you.

so it is morning again. pressure. to walk out of here. through the rain, sky dimmer than ever. you’ll learn to live through it, like other winters. get a lot of reading in, Baldwin, Merton, SDG, … wondering if I am coffeehouse material. if coffeehouse material is the kind of material I am looking for.…… Continue reading Untitled

testing out this new live journal application out on my new iBook. yes, it’s official, I’ve gone over to the Mac side. more news, more writing, everything, later.

non-chicken soup. no interruptions. downhill skating wears down the tip of my shoe. bare toe scrapes the ground. hungry. angry work memories. they’ll probably wind up offing me if I keep speaking up for myself. the bastards. some say, get me drunk and I’ll speak truthfully. along with a lot of nonsense. I can do…… Continue reading non

the sky is blue and purple and smothered green. pain shoots through the nerves. the agonizing sound of their voices. patience just wears through till it pours. eyes water. check yourself into one of those places where they file you away. one meal a day. eyes water more. to a puddle. chew slowly. pray. who…… Continue reading Untitled

spending a lot of time breaking things trying to fix them again and mouth foaming with fury is this really what I want to do it doesn’t matter it’s how I’m pulled I don’t have a say in it the day goes as mundane as it pleases and the things that come out of my…… Continue reading Untitled

morning light on the sill the area has been vacated is it possible now to be anything more than a shell