The girl, who needed some kind of release, caught sight of her Doc Martens. The shoes that the two of them had picked out together. The shoes that had made her feel invincible. The shoes that had allowed her to let her inner-self roam free and unafraid, in a life riddled with fear of inner-self.
LTM-March 2014 It's raining. Everyone crowds beneath the awning; a humid massbodies, cigarette smoke, foggy breath. You and I stand out in the rain. Watching, declining offers to make room. Sans umbrellas Sans hats They shake their heads at us. "You're weird". We shake our heads at them. "You're silly." It's just rain. I wonder if you like the rain, or is it claustrophobia?You eye the small gaps between people like … Continue reading A Flash of Memory
[a short story] Carrie loves Paul. Certainly she does. That he loves her is more or less a given, though she convinces herself that he doesn’t, couldn’t possibly. Don’t ask why, the denials and psychobabble garbage that would follow aren’t worth it. Normally a razor-sharp wit and strong intellect, she is reduced to an idiot-ditz … Continue reading Foolish Flights of Fancy
Flowering anger A cat straining with claws I am burst within
Writing in pencilnot sure how longI'll mean it Planning for regrethiding in thefine gray lines Tilting at windmillswith a stopped upmegaphone Writing in pencilChanging my mindwith each word
It was a strange place; here and there, but nowhereWe were alone, you and me, and a hundred moreA place called home, but I've never been thereWe laughed and conspired; kids on a playgroundTwo fools agreeing to secrets left unrevealed The world wasn't right; tilted the wrong way 'roundGravity stopped. My heart rose without a … Continue reading Anchored
I cannot say how much of a relief that was. I also can't express how much rage I felt. Rage at the world. Rage at the society that tormented, taunted and jeered at people who were dying from AIDS. Rage at people hiding behind their religion standing at the edge of AIDS walks and candlelight vigils yelling at us that they all deserved to die. Rage at the nature of life and death in general. But mostly at myself.