At Least They're Committed

So I walked up on high and I stepped to the edge to see my world below. Had to laugh at myself while the tears rolled down, cuz it’s the world I know, it’s the world I know. ~ Collective Soul Can’t write, can’t write, can’t write, can’t write. I’ve logged on here three times… Read more

I walked all night and that’s a bit exhausting. Hard to say if it works. I do know that I’m not aware of astral projecting despite my best efforts to leave my body. When I was a little girl, I often unwittingly did it. I would float down the wooden stairs at 3369 Beaumont in Ann… Read more

Jet rolls the cigarette between his middle finger and thumb like he did nasal waste when he was young. He holds it to his pale, full lips one more time and inhales before crushing it against the painted white, brick wall of his high school. Or what is his high school for that moment. First… Read more

… it’s Wednesday so Darian is over and screw it, I’m using his real name and as I was trying to acknowledge to him that I found the video I’d promised to watch about the Rat Pack with Don Cheedle, who is from Denver and I love, that I was hoping he’d forget about but… Read more

She’s in her semi-borrowed-best dress. A cast-off from someone far lovelier than she. Not formal, mind you, just something that makes a strong, sophisticated statement, or so she tells herself as she wills herself through the entrance. “Heeey!” he bounces over and greets her. He behaves as if she’s interesting, more intriguing than she feels she is or could ever… Read more

I’ve had a dastardly time getting out of my mind! It’s been months, maybe years since I’ve been capable of jumping outside myself and into someone else’s. It reflects poorly on my writing. It speaks ill of my imagination. Which is not to say my imagination is ill. It’s quite healthy and active, it’s just… Read more