Dust Falls
The city itself might be disagreeable,
but on the other hand, there is a natural
beauty all around me. Read more
The city itself might be disagreeable,
but on the other hand, there is a natural
beauty all around me. Read more
As I hold you in my arms, watching you sleep so peacefully, I imagine what your life will be like. Read more
By most accounts I’ve lived a successful life. I’ve had and still have more money than most men could hope to earn in a lifetime; I found love at a young age and was held close in its embrace for many years. Read more
This is an introduction. Have you ever been to Spain? I haven’t. Which is why this piece of fiction is set in Illinois. Suburbia. Don’t worry, no one’s offended. I shudder at that word too. Have you ever heard that writers are only capable of writing what they know? I have. Not that I’m saying that’s what’s going on here or anything. Read more
From Diane:
The clock on the dash said 6:08. I should’ve been in there an hour ago. Instead, I’d been sitting in my car, listening to the radio play songs of yesteryear. Read more
Nobody ever acknowledged how weak I felt. How, instead of the venom, power was sucked from my veins. I allowed the abuse to continue. So I would suffocate underneath sheets of hatred and resentment, because breathing didn’t seem worth it. The weight of guilt might collapse my lungs and, if it did, the fight was over. That’s all I wanted anyway.
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The first thing is that I couldn’t even think about writing this until I’d lost 50 pounds. Because you feel that everyone’s judging you, for being lazy, eating too much, not taking care of yourself, not trying hard enough. You feel your voice doesn’t count. You feel you can’t talk about what it’s like to be fat until you’ve proven yourself, shown that you’re taking steps not to be fat anymore. Read more
I wake up early each morning to hear you sing me lullabies. So that I could…