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In the places that things should have been, in the places where cars park and buses drive and people invisibly weave their footsteps from here to there, in those places, there is the snow. The snow t...
Sometimes I want to run away like Igby Slocumb. Not from family and friends or military school like he does, not from anything really at all, unless you can count myself and everything I am afraid of...
Sometimes you forget how long ago songs were sung. You forget just how long a long time really is. And you forget that nobody ever sang them just for you when the drum sounds your name on every beat...
An open letter to you, to me, to the ghosts hiding in the bathroom. A letter in barely legible handwriting. These are the things I know. I know that Autumn is coming and I will feel like an animal th...
Summer is slipping away now, slipping through the cracks like dust. Gold dust in the afternoon, moondust at night. It is pulling away like the tides. I listen to my heartbeat sometimes. I wonder if i...
It rained for days. The mist hung low over the backyards so much that we breathed it in and out like smoke and we walked around like a passion burned inside of us, but really the gloominess of mid-ju...
A storm is coming and I'm eating eating eating everything in the house like I imagine I can eat away at it as it curls itself around the very edges of the sky. Swallow it whole and make it go away. A...
My Grandma taught me so many things that it is difficult to count them. Impossible really. She taught me how to knit and sew and do embroidery. Sometimes she would let me help, do a few stitches here...
It's six o'clock and I can hear the ice cream van, tinkling nursery rhyme music falling on all ears (If you go down to the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise...) We used to chase the vans dow...
I wish someone would tell me something incredibly profound. I wish my heart would beat beat beat in time with theirs and things I want to say wouldn't get caught in my throat like my hair gets caught...
Once upon a time I wrote and illustrated a fairytale book for Joanna, and there was gluing and sewing and glittering and sequins and snowflakes and gold thread. It was about about a girl, a boy, a be...
This is my one extravagance. A little bag with shiny locks and shiny keys, making the house smell of new leather. More money than I could ever reasonably justify, but reason is surplus to requirement...
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