Any two five elevennis?
An example of Victor Borge’s doublespeak. Translation: Anyone for tennis?
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
An example of Victor Borge’s doublespeak. Translation: Anyone for tennis?
There were golf balls in my head, my sparse scalp stitched over the bag of my brain. i rattled as i walked, so i sat down embarrassed. they pressed upon … Continue Reading Number ten dream
Just some things I didn’t mention in a previous post about a visit to the emergency ward. When I realized how many alarms, beeps, and other machine noises there are … Continue Reading More from the ward
you have the best and the worst of your mother and of me we’ve all been hurt by one another we have laughed and cried together and still, we are … Continue Reading My girl
I was an asshole today. Shopping in the grocery store, I knew suddenly that I needed the bathroom. Of course, it was a single “one size fits all” type of … Continue Reading Asshole
Originally posted on Isabelle´s thoughts:
I am sitting here in the corner, after almost one hour walk. It is an old wooden cafe in traditional Norwegian style, a favourite…
i have stopped by woods on a snowy evening. it’s a sublime slanting sun, and, camera in hand, i come upon the hoped-for scene. the reaching trees, silhouettes of bareness. … Continue Reading The slowness of spring shadows
She was talking to a drunk laying on a gurney in the curtained room next to mine. I felt a little guilty for eavesdropping, but, after all, it’s the emergency … Continue Reading The front lines
First post I have written from a hospital bed. Staying overnight being tested for pre heart attack. No rest for the wicked.
Mister whiskers jumps up in my lap Does everything but hand me the comb Ah, now it’s time! A mutual love-in. We both take pleasure from this ritual. He, with … Continue Reading soothing the savage beast
Originally posted on The Narcissist's Daughter:
Chronic pain and disease are not just pain or sickness. It is frustration, sadness, anger, anxiety, emptiness, and loneliness. It is wondering how…
there’s a fella, sleeps alone reasons known to self and another the wick of his wishes is burning low getting down to the orange tipped embers (could that be the … Continue Reading Man seeks tiny dancer
Mary has three sisters, a brother, and a dead mother. They are all going, or have gone, the way of the world in this forlorn village. The safe, quiet, accepted, … Continue Reading Mary, Mary, quite contrary
there’s a stirring in the wrinkled prunes not pitted yet, they engender, in sleepy spring nights, a furnace of fuel for that Rocket Man that Pied Piper Pilot always known … Continue Reading XXX
Little things that brought a bubble of joy to me in the last few days When you’re sick and you do things kind of half assed just to get by, … Continue Reading The bluebird of happiness