I languished in my soft chair and ottoman all day watching Dawson's Creek season three on DVD and occasionally reading this P Highsmith book I've been neglecting. This was my Sunday. Un-showered and pouting all evening because my friends didn’t invite me on their excursion to the day at the state fair. I wouldn’t have …
weight of words
In this second I am sitting in my office chair sucking in air and feeling the weight of words I wish I'd waited to hear. I wish tomorrow was the day I was walking into the club. And that tomorrow I would see you stand slowly and awkwardly to catch my attention. And all the …
foundations
I was sitting there at another festival at Sue's. Easy and relaxed in my chair, content to focus on M. one night and T. the next. Content to listen to their stretching and straining for the next big thing. Content to encourage them to move on to the next big thing. I was content and …
the holding on
I've held onto it for the better part of this year. Mostly I've held on to my heart for fear its blood would seep out and I would go cold and hungry. It would not take much for me to become lifeless and live the rest of my life in solitude. It wouldn't take much …
self imposed exile
I would be hard pressed to explain to anyone this desire to be alone. It's nothing personal. Nothing that has to do with anyone but me. Nothing to do with nothing. I just want to be alone. Really alone. I want to sit in my home in front of the movie screen, work in my …
Dixie's Road Trip 