At Least They're Committed

On my tip-toes, I’m organizing boxes of cereal and granola bars in the upper cupboard, debating whether I should sort them alphabetically or by size and being noncommittal because I just really don’t care that much. Maddie barely eats, she’s slender to a fault, but she buys and buys and buys. Our cupboards are burgeoning,… Read more

Warm, spring Denver day Shirtless, pale white men jog past Ew! Gross! Run away! Read more

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