March 2011
82 posts
I am happy when people lean on me.
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of...
– T. S. EliotÂ
Something I am writing so I can remember
I remember when I was young, my father used to tell me stories about his father. “When myfahwtha was alive,” was how it always would begin.
“And every thursday Grandpa John used to sleep over. For a week. In my room. I hated it. There were two beds in my room. And Grandpa john slept in one of them. It was really weird, I don’t know why he did it. But now that I think about...
Newt’s painting was small, black, and warty. It consisted of scratches...
– `KV
I miss our summer sex.
One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul, yet no one ever comes to sit...
– Van Gogh
I wanted all things
to seem to make sense,
So we could all be happy, yes,...