Category Archives: Death

Big-ole


It’s becoming impossible to tell how I feel. It’s even more impossible to keep trying to care to discover how I feel. The line between real shit and manufactured shit is disintegrating. You like that? That’s my fancy way of … Continue reading

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Hello there.


Been wondering what it takes to write. What’s the thing that allows someone to put their thoughts and feelings out there? Is it knowing that it will be seen, can be seen – or is it hoping that it won’t … Continue reading

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gulping saltwater


“Not everyone wears their scars on their skin.” ― Isla J. Bick “So I go to the ocean to say goodbye… We could have been so glorious.” ― Charlotte Eriksson Somewhere on the side of HWY 71 lies my Saint … Continue reading

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Goodbye, again


I wait and ache.

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Dear Mrs. Plath


Remember that time when I thought I could write poetry? That was fun. Well, we may have more in common than we thought. They call it electroconvulsive therapy now. You’d know that if you were still alive. My doctor wants … Continue reading

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Well it happened


I missed your birthday, baby girl, I can’t believe it. You’d be five months old now. Meemaw would be trying to feed you some gross shit she cooks and I’d be hollering at her. Maybe you’d be trying to sit … Continue reading

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He has nice eyes and he’s tall


I hope he doesn’t suck. I won’t fuck him tonight. I hope he’s not as cute as he is in his photos. I am not going to fuck him tonight. Maybe I won’t like him at all. Hopefully I can … Continue reading

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