I wrote something, anyhow.


LipstickI keep having these weird dreams where Im stuck in a wooden box with a really really sharp knife, I say.Lipstick
Oh, Rhiannon, I think all that lipstick is finally getting to your brain, says Sabine.
Leave me alone about the lipstick, I say.
The lipstick started during the divorce, and even though all is better now, the lipstick habit still remains. But seriously, it tastes good. Its not like I eat it when Im extra sad about the divorce or anything like that. It all comes down to the simple fact that I enjoy


GhostsSometimes I see the ghosts of people who once knew me. They stare through ink and panes, unseeing, and I am glad their placid gazes cannot penetrateGhosts
His face, a false smile, forced next to a wrinkled spot on the page where a tear once fell why did you...
Sometimes I wish I could slowly sink but the normal force of the earth is holding me up. You never got a chance to teach me that
A memory: frozen: fixed like their faces under glass. That was a real person once
I know you didnt want to leave


MemoriesMemoriesMemories
Molly was screaming.
Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was wide open, screaming and screaming. I clambered out of bed and rushed over to her.
Molly? I said quietly. I tentatively took hold of her arm and shook it. Molly! Wake up!
Her eyes snapped open and she closed her mouth. She stared up at my face for a second and then she sat up and gripped my arm.
You have to be careful, she said, her eyes wide and fearful.


Optimum Verbum Meumquamquam conj. although; and yet. -Collins Gem Latin-English English-Latin DictionaryOptimum Verbum Meum
I first heard the word quamquam on the bus to school one morning while talking to a friend. Whenever we learned a funny word in our language classes at school (I take Spanish, she took Latin), we liked to tell each other what the word was and what it meant.
Guess how you say although in Latin? my friend asked me on the bus that morning. I told her I had absolutely no idea.
And then I heard it for the first time. Qua


Shellthis is how I will end:Shell
stripped bare, washed to the bone; ransacked by memory, or lack thereof
too many years of pretending
this shell is empty. no red marrow to disrupt these concave walls. hollow and
bleached white on the shore: yes,
I echo. the wind whistles through me.
I would have been a skeleton. flesh
is excess: look, I would have been bone.
a dry wind whipped the words from my mouth. I was clean
and unspoken for a long time, I was silent.
this white shard
is impervious to the sea. no torrent of


SkeinSkein after Yukio MishimaSkein
She is not really sure when it began, she tells me. The studio is nearly empty, augmented by the absence of equipment and other photographers. Her voice is low but audible. There is something pleasant about its sexless frequency, the white throat just wide of feminine as she swallows. All her features toe the line of beauty the same waydark eyes wide but sparsely lashed, crooked brows arching elegant but thick. &nb
There are many besides the nuclear reactor one...
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Anywhere I hang myself is home. -- Louis Nordstrom
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If it looks like a frog and acts like a frog, then it's a frog
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Anywhere I hang myself is home. -- Louis Nordstrom
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If it looks like a frog and acts like a frog, then it's a frog
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Anywhere I hang myself is home. -- Louis Nordstrom
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- Km - there is beauty in all things, even if they are as ugly as mud
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Anywhere I hang myself is home. -- Louis Nordstrom
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If it looks like a frog and acts like a frog, then it's a frog
Keep it up
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