Three... two... one... And the room goes wild. He kisses me. He tastes like you think a man should. His arms are wrapped around me, clutching my back to shield me from the crowd. We are pressed tight, an ocean of champagne and shouting. He downs the last of an enormous beer, crashes the glass... Continue Reading →
I hated the way you said I had no "values" because I see people with compassion. Because I believe love has solved more problems than condemning ever has. Because I believe your version of justice would leave the world with blank eye sockets and toothless gums, choking down their own teeth. I hated the way... Continue Reading →
It isn't until the morning after - the sunlight streaming through the half ripped out vertical blinds - that I really feel like shit. I only had one drink last night, followed by plastic cup after plastic cup of water, and a cold walk in the dark from downtown. I had spent two hours crying... Continue Reading →
We're having a beer at the pub, and me being me, I'm being an asshole. Other than a brief flirt at an alumni event, I hadn't seen Kyle in about a month. I'd skipped town, and he'd facebooked me, asking to hang out while I was surfing in Central America. "You were ridiculous," I chide... Continue Reading →
Rising from the ashes of a broken engagement took some considerable time. After eighteen months of scrubbing off the grey, I started to wade into the real world again. For the first time in a long time, I started to accept invitations. I started to go out alone, and I felt myself laugh again. Now... Continue Reading →
There's battle scars on all my guitars but I still come out here and play - Ozma At this point, I've given up on the idea that any one of these surgeries will cure me. When people smile and say lovely things like, "It's so great, after this surgery you'll be better!" I smile and... Continue Reading →
Things I've learned about how I write: I like to make lists of things in threes, I repeat myself a lot, I repeat myself a lot.
I should preface this by saying I'm too old for this now, and I need to stop staying up way past my bedtime, but I can't help it. Maybe it's something about wandering around, barefoot on linoleum in men's pajama pants that gets my creative juices flowing. This is the time of night where I'll... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I say really stupid shit, like today, I wrote to a friend : “How are you? I am willing everything to be ok from here. I know I likely don’t have those kind of powers, but I’m using this situation to hone said powers to every plausible extreme. Hopefully at the end of it,... Continue Reading →
He says his name is Nigel. It’s like I have a homing device for British men. I’m squirming, but he’s too drunk to notice. He has a martini in one hand, a stain on the shirt under his suit jacket, and I’m looking at chandeliers, padded lounges, and girls resembling porn stars. Anything so I... Continue Reading →
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