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  • alive

    September 16, 2013

    I am alive. I am screaming in streets of sound, balling my fists, pumping my arms – pushing shoving agitating – participating. Stirring it up, I am a spoon scraping the sides, rasping relentless, testing limits, pounding on walls until they rumble and shake. I will not stop. I did not ask for it, but… [ read more ]

  • bent down to it

    August 7, 2013

    The trees reached out and grabbed my sweater, as I walked by. I almost didn’t notice because the wind had been talking my ear off, whining incessantly about how nobody takes real responsibility for their actions anymore. The world, according to her, has become a colossal Casino filled with amateurs — bouncing off the walls… [ read more ]

  • teetering on the brink

    July 7, 2013

    Woke up at midnight drenched in sweat. The lone drone of a flabbergasted ceiling fan whipping sweltering air was the only sound disturbing the dark’s stillness. I tried to remember what I had just been dreaming about, but I couldn’t pull it back. It scampered and hid deep in the caves of my subconscious somewhere.… [ read more ]