I painted my eyes in honor of my dear, sweet Steve Rogers this past Sunday (all while wearing my tribute tee shirt and my comic book styled Nikes). I dragged my mother to sit in line with me at the m...
I often feel I am discussing the exact same thing in about forty-five different ways. Ten months ago I wrote about what I would fill the time with since my time with my girlfriend, Magen, was ...
One Week’s Time: We’ll be in NYC. It has been about nine months since I’ve seen Magen, even if it doesn’t seem like it. An entire lifetime encapsulated in that time. So much h...
The entire month has been lost. I am not entirely sure where it went, really. It has gone somewhere in a haze of doctor visits, hard decisions, socializing with people I haven’t seen in ...
Today is a holiday around these parts. A holiday I have spent cleaning and spackling the bathroom, getting ready to sand and prime the walls for painting. My girlfriend called me up on the ph...
My dear pal MB Mulhall is back today to fill in the gaps of my inability to post! Today I scammed her into talking about her experience with Internet Community - a favourite topic of discussion here!...
Today I am giving the reigns of BrokenNerves and W-Process over to my pal, MB Mulhall of Keystrokes and Wordcounts She has a little book out called Near Dead which you can find through her w...
—- I don’t have a particularly great or wonderful phone (a Samsung Admire, running Android 2.3) , but, it really does the trick when I am out and about and all my oth...
I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they are blowing? (More than This :: Roxy Music) I am in a constant state of trying to ...
I am not ashamed of a lot of things. I am not ashamed of the fact my agenda is filled with ideas for posts I haven’t gotten around to reading. I am not ashamed I took two w...
Shilo Christina says, All I write are scenes I say, I think that was all we were taught. We both come from the same school of literature. A mess of kids learning to write through huddled group...
An Effective Discourse on Why I Now Watch Too Much Soccer: The Short Answer: It Helps Me Write. I used to not be a fan of much of anything. If I was lucky, I would catch a game of YMCA basketball up ...
We kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better then the last Thursday :: Jet Black New Year
Baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again. So dance dance Like its the last last night of your life life Usher :: DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love Yesterday, my mother turns to me and a...
I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence Drake :: Headlines After so many years and cycles on the intern...
I never thought that we wouldn’t rule the world I always think we will cold cave :: confetti Happy New Year!!! This year, for Christmas, my Aunt & Co. got me a really pretty j...
The end of the year always brings a bit of chaos. While I have dreams of writing End-Of-The-Year posts and countdowns and lists, I know I will not have the time or energy to get them do...
I feel you grow out of things: friendships, situations, conquests and goals. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes you just accept it for exactly what it is and you move on...
The Miami Book Fair is like, my rock concert. Instead of getting smashed in the face with someone’s foot, I tend to sit around eating crepes. In both instances, I collect autographs. The author...
with your altars made of bone, the aftermath of disposable wings, you know that you were born for more than what machines provide Beats Antique | Rising Tide Three weeks ago, I turned Twenty-E...
I say it every year, a week into it: National Novel Writing Month is tough. It is tough, mostly because I fall behind and worse than that, I hate everything I write. But, they say that&...
October has been clicking along, chugging like a train closer to my birthday, closer to Novemeber and closer to things like National Novel Writing Month, but, there are big things still...
Because it is a Saturday and I am sort of messing around before NaNoWriMo starts up again, I decided I would share a little bit of what I had written for Stereoport previous to this, because you may ...
Unpopular Opinion: I think calling yourself an aspiring author/aspiring writer is doing you nothing but harm. I don’t want to be mean. I don’t want to be rude. I don’t even w...
Recently (and with thanks to Klout), I was able to get myself a nice set of slim, mini business cards from Moo. A few years back I had received a tiny sample pack via a Flickr promotion and qu...
Stereoport was street heat and neon club lights. From the bedroom Carter and Dean shared, the blackout shades kept it outside, where it belonged. Tiny lamps lit up the corners of the be...
Just a tiny, gentle reminder that my latest poem and publishing escapade is up at Dr Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure. It’s entitled POEMBOX and it’s really about some things I...
I’ll always say I am a lucky girl. Here is one particular reason why. Magen Toole of Eonism fame (and also, my incredibly beautiful girlfriend, which is besides the point entirely...
I wish I could be better than this. I really wish I could. But lately, I’ve been tired. Been sort of battered. Broken, I guess is the case like the name here would suggest. Last m...
Dearest Apple, I don’t know who you are, but, I’ve seen you around town. Lurking on the side of tree trunks and power line poles. Sometimes just in jagged white script, but ...
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