December 2009
17 posts
It only gets lighter from here, right? →
Emptying Town
—after Provincetown
Each fall this town empties, leaving me drained, standing on the dock, waving bye— bye, the white handkerchief stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming & thorny, the way he points to it. I’m afraid the way I miss you will be this obvious. I have a friend who everyone warns me is dangerous, he hides bloody images of...
the house in a dream, where it was/ before which, instead of birds in the tree/...
– Stephen Ratcliffe
[I want to go to Mills so bad.]
Their hearts slow down too so that they beat only... →
I'm trying to find the right space.
Dear Diary,
Sometimes when I’m in a good writing place it’s this weird, visceral feeling deep inside my chest and my belly I’m so productive and profound I like to think but sometimes when I’m hurt and upset I feel it deep inside my chest and my belly and no words come out.