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My hands are stained and feel like sandpaper.  The dirt just ravaged them.  But I am excited for the food I will eat in future months.  I...

I stopped because it hurt much to say anything.  The substance sounds like drivel.  The entirety of everything seemed to become so large, ye...

How did it get to be 1am? I am tired, world. I am a childless mother, holding babies all day long, kissing them, loving them as though the...

A means to the end. I don't serve a god of condemnation. And he is here now. He does come here, to the bar, where I've found myse...

I wanted to write a story about a time and place, as though it were my own. So I began. I'd been reading old letters that had slipped ...

There are many things I say "hi" to in the morning. I think about this often. Hot feet hit freezing floorboards and there...

there is life and green growth in these trees the sun heats the west side of the house while I sit facing east, held up in the shadows afr...

I suppose I'll tell you a story. It's raining. And I'm outside. But as long as you're okay with that, I am too. I feel as th...

There is little to distract me at the moment. It's two am. And I am drinking bourbon. Smoking cigarettes. This is a recipe, and I am ...

Every time I write, I am hoping to somehow forge my identity. I want to be figuring something out, in some capacity of life. Each time it...

Giant spider on my bottle of wine. Get outta there. My brother told me the story of how spiders came to be yesterday. We were driving to ...

Words don't seem like much without the music to back them So I'll just do my best to make this sound real sweet I don't have an ...

I'm sitting on the front porch. Up to my eyeballs in daydreams and fuzzy thoughts. It was a simple day. I did simple things. Here ...

These days creep away in slow motion. I feel they get the better of me sometimes. So this is it. I'm trying to be in the moment. Wh...

"It's Saturday, right?" I ask my dad as we drive. "'Fraid not. It's Sunday." "Really? No way." ...

We speak the common language of hope, and this specific tongue exists everywhere. The world breaths it in. All the time. Lately I have been ...

It's mostly quiet. The dogs are having dreams. I've learned to use my dad's cigarette machine. But I pack them too tightly, an...

This is where I write my saddest songs. Where the constancy of time pretends to hum me towards direction, where I drift into the distraction...

taken by the whims of the world. by revelry and birthed bad habits. like ugly babies we found and held as if they were our own. we eyeballed...

Life in itself is definitive. As I write these words. As I drew those pictures. As I ate the left-over millet. As I smoke a cigarette. The m...

I lived alone for many years. Quit early on. Fairly Fresh gave into distance, absence, and the Disquieted days of Drought. captive to Capric...

The old man was dying. Up until the week prior he had been seemingly lucid, still carrying the burdens of age in his motions, all very slow ...

Maybe I'm just tired. And maybe I just work too much. But I feel funny. So much processing. I feel like a processor. Always process...

it is the point in the evening where I find myself. seeking out the solitary place where they won't find me, and if they did, it would b...

Sorry I haven't been blogging. I have been Writing a lot of Stuff where you can't Read it though. The above Clip has been playing ...

I Just want to read. All the Time. Books and Books. And eat Raw Food so mah Belly don't hurt. And Smell new Smells. And Hear new So...

we the sleepless nights.

You know like, when you're trying to make friends, and it seems the more you try, the more you fail at making friends? Like, when you p...

we lost him along with all the others. a sense resides among the living that when we are to die it is notably referred to as "a loss...

this Life is hard work, I say. Thirsty and sleepy. not as it should be. I have been feeling very low. very unhealthy. very spiritually ...