When it rains the slugs come out and eat all my green attempts to be skinny. They need no shells, no fear of claw, for predators hide from the sky when it rains.
Another one of my short story ideas that helped in the fruition of another story. I like to say it's of a 'grease punk' genre, whether that exists or not. It basically has to do with a modern day slave who works in large boiler rooms like the one I use to work in college, … Continue reading Some Grease Punk Idea
I forgot that honey makes me think of you. Your mother horded all her harvested honey in jars on the highest cuboard, though she had sworn a life of sugar, dairy, meat, and wheat celibacy. Honey was all she had left. Honey for another day. But you'd take down a jar, when you'd make me … Continue reading Honey
Tell me how to fix my drug. I'll gladly yield my chains to the pill that gives me no high, no pleasant side effect, just the ability to almost almost feel normal. So tell me how to fix my drug. Tell me to take walks in the sunlit muse of evergreens and myrtle trees, and … Continue reading Tell Me How To Fix My Drug
Electricity changes from month to month, But, on average: 100...Maybe. Garbage: 20 Phone: 48 Car Insurance…we’ve been in too many wrecks. Medication: 50 something That changes all the time But I’m mostly ashamed that I even have it. Gas: 200 More insurance: 93 Because it’s illegal to not have enough. Groceries: I don’t want to … Continue reading Budget
Take me. I'm too sleepy to be fit for initiative. The world about me roars and churn, but all I wish is to be, drifting along my cool river through summer trees, bills and papers floating past me. Don't try to inspire me. What action can one, who is caught up in breathing and trying … Continue reading Take Me
Scrape me off till I'm just bone, no muscles left to ache. Leave me limp on somewhere soft and in the sun to bake. Pop my joints, let nothing stick to aggravate or scorn. And when I'm done resting in peace, put me back once more.
A ghost walked through my door, tagged along by a tiny, three-year old responsibility, and asked me nothing, but heavily implied and sagged until I offered a bed. A ghost walked through my door, heavy, weary, with echoes of drugs in my head, medical or otherwise, waiting till I offered food to announce that she … Continue reading Bringing in a Homeless
This is the first chapter of a post-apocalyptic, uh, anthropomorphic story I'm writing. ^.^ I wanted to show you all so you know what I'm doing because that's what blogs are for and I'm suppose to be...acting as though my life is interesting and not marshmallowy and... Yay Story Monday! Tiger and Bird by T.S. … Continue reading Tiger and Bird
I whisper to myself jealously that I'll be alright. My body's gone this far. My brain will be the first to shut down, like an engine with just one too many miles. But the rest of me is still fresh. But tomorrow I will be clean. Start at dawn clean the places I have been, … Continue reading The Day My Brain Busts