A Tattoo of a Quill




Samuel's eyes felt hot and dry and sticky, like they were cooking in his head. Hell, they might be, he thought, and then immediately regretted it. The fire was all around now, a roaring, swirling wall of chaotic irony, mocking... Continue Reading →


Dread lives with me like a ragged junk yard cat that wandered into my home one day and won't leave. It's there in the morning, on my drive into work--formless, forcing me to search for a reason I'm feeling this... Continue Reading →

Week 24: Numbers

24. Numbers: Write a poem or journal entry about numbers that have special meaning to you. I don't know. I don't like numbers, and I don't think they've ever liked me. There's a malevolence to numbers, a sort of hostile, exclusionary... Continue Reading →

Freeze Frame

I was going through this phase where I dressed like Inspector Gadget. I don't remember why. I wore fingerless gloves and an oversized trenchcoat I bought at a thrift store, and a hat that I thought looked like a fedora... Continue Reading →


I don't know. Where do you go when you've built something that is now gone? I keep just going in circles: Jim's, Tara and Kate's, my aunt's. They're all sick of me. How can someone take something from you and... Continue Reading →

I can’t fucking write

My coworker looks like a woman from another time. She has long, thin hair which she wears half-up, twisted into a bun and fastened with a vintage hair comb. Her complexion is vaguely tubercular--pale with shining eyes and livid spots... Continue Reading →


Anticipating 5 PM when you finished your work at 4:30 Trying not to arrive too early to a party Waiting for the doctors to come out when you're not allowed back where the action is Willing the phone to ring... Continue Reading →


It’s funny that this journal prompt should be so difficult, because I feel like I’m always telling this story. Everything I write or speak or do, the undercurrent runs “I’m an addict. I’m an addict. I’m an addict.” I don’t... Continue Reading →

Truth and Beauty

I tell her that she's beautiful, but I don't know how to make her believe me. "Would I lie?" I think to say, but the rhetoric rings false. Of course I would lie. I lie almost without ceasing, all the... Continue Reading →

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