Treasure Chest

Prosery: Between Heartbeats

She had long since stopped struggling. As reward for her compliance, she was able to drift off into an alternate reality, one in which there was no smell of piss and liquor emanating from she didn’t know where. A reality in which her fingers were gripping the silky coat of her dog, Sophie, wrapped around … Continue reading Prosery: Between Heartbeats

Don't Focus

Don’t Focus (or In Praise of the Niche-Less Blog)

One of the quotes on my outgoing email is this one from Francis Ford Coppola: "Parents always say focus on something. Don’t focus. Do all the things you love and someday it will come together and you will see what you are. And the things that you did ... will all be relevant." When I … Continue reading Don’t Focus (or In Praise of the Niche-Less Blog)

Life on the Outside

Life on the Outside: Getting Back to Normal When You Never Really Were

I bet I'm not the only one. "Normal" is coming back. Here's the problem: I never was "normal"; I never liked "normal"; I was never able to pull off "normal". I haven't missed it, although the way, many ways, it went missing made me angry and distraught. Returning to it is akin to a death … Continue reading Life on the Outside: Getting Back to Normal When You Never Really Were

Proof of My Existence - Catastrophe

Catastrophe, Thank You

Catastrophe, I thank you Disaster, you win For getting my head back on straight again For setting my heart in a giving place again For my life and my love. Catastrophe, I owe you one Disaster, chalk up this one To letting the Highest in again To betting He'll make His point again In my … Continue reading Catastrophe, Thank You

Proof of My Existence Grammar Fiction - Painting Day

Grammar Fiction: Painting Day – Bear/Bare

I had barely opened my eyes, yet I already knew I wasn’t going to be able to bear it another day.  The dim morning light shone against the threadbare curtains and turned the pea-green walls even more putrid than their reality.  He and I had painted these walls when we moved in five years ago.  … Continue reading Grammar Fiction: Painting Day – Bear/Bare