Lucky Number 7

  “But what if I want to pull my knife out?” Jenna asks, looking upwards into her father’s eyes.   Joey bends down on one knee, laying Carmac, the huge serrated knife he always carries with him, down on the floor to his right, grabbing his daughter’s left shoulder, “The urge is always there, sure, … Continue reading Lucky Number 7

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I Guess This Is Growing Up.

Cotton balls pulled across the empty blackness, allowing the briefest rays of moonlight past the empty spots. The blanket pulled oh so tightly as the night tucks Seattleites in to their sleep. Smoke empties out from me, my exhale just another symptom.   I want to go back inside, you see. Sit on the armchair … Continue reading I Guess This Is Growing Up.

My didactic drollery.

I remember when it used to be the place to drive. I would get so excited to see the bouncing slow motion hair; the throaty laugh exposed neck. Your eyes alluded to all of these. I would've stood there forever, after that night. You had me. Then...then is when it changed. And your eyes, the … Continue reading My didactic drollery.

Stranded in the Night.

I like the rain. That is to say, I've always liked the rain, even when I was little. The smell of it right before it comes, the electricity in the air, letting it consume you....everything, all of it. Even now, 30 years later, I'll sit with on my patio and try to make out each … Continue reading Stranded in the Night.

A Momentary Lapse

Today marked the 3rd full day I had been awake consecutively, so of course when I began seeing this thing in my head it didn't shock or surprise me. The sarcasm to myself, however, I took as a personal sleight to my integrity, to my core fundamental person. A sleight, I tell you. Goddamnit I've … Continue reading A Momentary Lapse