Sometimes I drink too much.
this is my mother's idol: this is my mother (sitting): these are the things she used to say: Critical times, hard to deal with…we living in the last days. Bad association spoils useful habits. Men will be lovers of money, puffed up with pride, having NO natural affection! Ephesians 6:1-4! Children, be obedient [...]
sometimes it troubles me to identify with people with mental illness...socially awkward writers fumbling for words to verbalize, more comfortable tumbling about mentally and purging words onto a page or computer screen where strikeouts are less intense... to strike out verbally, to come up empty-handed when in the company of others, to have the lubrication [...]
i dreamt i was lying in my bed, working on my big nice computer from work. working on something late at night, z. was in her bedroom playing, it seems. j. (my ex) emails me asking, don't i hate when linked in sends these dummy messages in a certain format, and includes an example in [...]
another unapologetic thought. a risk. or my ego is too big. maybe it doesn't even matter all the little hesitations i have. they're actually a lot smaller than my impulse to write you right now. i am very curious about my impulse to lavish and load you up with my thoughts. it's such a strong [...]
for about 10 years, i've studied astrology from time to time--specifically, the effect of one's moon sign on his/her personality, and also, astro-compatibility. once i found out there was more to astrology than the consistently useless horoscopes found in the "red book" (my hometown's weekly circular printed on newsprint that advertised pork rib specials, african [...]
if i don't write what i know to be true, experienced, wondered, lusted after, lost and/or forgotten, i won't (don't) sleep right. if i don't write love poems to men i love, my sentiments shrivel and die. when i truly dislike someone, i ignore them. squeeze my eyes shut tight until they leave my life, [...]
i blog.i write shit floating around in my skull when i can't hold any more or when i feel a good line or 7 floating around or when i think about the fact that i am a writer who has not published any of my real shit and it gets harder and harder (well, not [...]
i was sitting here thinking about nice ways (oh, how pervasive the truth is! bursting right into the middle of my lie)-- i was sitting here thinking of accurate ways to describe the potentially indescribable effect of the noises above my head. i am in my apartment; there is a child upstairs running around in [...]
enough time goes by, and i don't even feel mad anymore. i mean...there are occasional flare-ups. international or historical injustice is revealed; the more details, the larger the context of the story, the greater the tragedy. and the more i hear such stories, the more i know, i ain't seen nothing yet. and then, of [...]
Nonfiction Woman 