Today, just a single, solitary, lonely link. Why St. Patrick’s Day pisses me off.
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centre of the universe: Method of Loci
for Marie Your name floats, fades. Not actually you just the you I see in bits and bytes Your name, hovering, bifurcated. You are in parts. Crisp sheets, bone white, scratchy, not tucked Perhaps a blanket or two, warmed or … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: How to Deal with Adversity
Sometimes, Yours Truly argues just for the sake of arguing. Because Yours Truly is a bit of a dick that way. It’s not about what she *actually* believes in, perhaps, but she may just want to play both sides against … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Happy International Women’s Day!
Til we have suffrage!
Continue readingcentre of the universe: I can’t be the only one thinking this…
Okay, technically, I suppose I can be the only one thinking this, as many of the times I claim not to be, I am. Suss THAT out for a soliloquy, Shakespeare! Anyway, take a good look at this tyyyyyooooob of … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: My Underage Roommates
Sometimes, you just have to stop thinking of them as your own flesh and blood and start thinking of them as what they really are – your underage roommates. This is how you will begin to understand where we as … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: 40 x 40
I have begin my “40 by 40″ challenge. I’ve decided to write (and send by post) 40 letters; one to each of 40 individuals who email me and ask for a letter, before I turn 40 (this won’t happen for … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: That’s a Moray
It’s like the Monterey Bay Aquarium people knew I was coming. And that the sight of my intoxicating love globes would send the octopus into paroxysms of madness. Lovecraft had nothing on these mounds of madness. Happy Anemone is happy! … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: It’s been a while
I don’t remember exactly when it was he told me how he felt, but after I knew, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I stole glances whenever I could. He lived further from me than many of my other friends, … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Going Around with Girls
People always ask me, “what do you believe in?” Actually, they don’t. Not always. Sometimes, people ask me, “what do you believe in?” Or, if they’re persnickety about dangling participles, they might ask me, “In what do you believe?” I … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: UR DOIN IT RONG ALSO
You know, it’s unusual for me to get this upset about something I see on effbook status updates. I mean, there’s a *reason* I don’t do effbook very much anymore, and the sheer number of idiots posting shite that makes … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Away to me
In this dream I was running. The grass was the colour of deeply polished jade, and the sun had warmed the sidewalk enough that my bare feet were warm. I could smell the trees in leaf, the clover in the … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Earworm
Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed I stand in ruins behind you With your winter clothes, your broken sandal strap Take this longing from my tongue And all the useless things these hands have done Let … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: The only light you’ll see
I wrote a note to The Captain’s teacher and vice principal today. Actually, I wrote the note yesterday, but guess who forgot to give it to his teacher until this morning? On my way to work, I got a call … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Your smile
I pulled back the curtain, but I don’t know what I expected to see. Nothing, I suppose. But still, with the wishes I have made on a thousand eyelashes, on as many dull pennies found in the gutter, I wished … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: This Grey Day
You are running, dust flying from your hair. You leave it all behind. I cannot keep up. Or perhaps you are whirling, twisting and turning in circles, spinning so fast your fingers are a blur. I cannot catch you. Do … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Understudy
I bet you wish I was writing more, don’t you? Well. I sure wish I was writing more.
Continue readingcentre of the universe: I’ll Dream of You Tonight
In this place of dreams dreamt, I danced on a verdant green lawn with a hound and a herder. They were Sam and Buster, and Sam was the colour of dirty snow sprinkled liberally with cinnamon, his long ears folded … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: With
Fill these empty spaces These interstitial echoes of wheres we’ve been. Here is the crucible Opening before you, Incandescent. See this sandpaper scar, this winsome grin. Here are my arms Here my lips, parted Here is my short-gasped breath
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