Loving and Leaving an Alcoholic: Am I Self Centered?

Loving and Leaving an Alcoholic: Am I Self Centered?

The day after spending Christmas with family, I received a text message from a close relative. You are a self-centered piece of crap. Good riddance. You’re not welcome here ever again. Period. Everything was planned at our expense. What the fuck…

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off-white

off-white

Every writer should go to an asylum – she said we all are very sad, the conscious in my head and she said it in whispers we painted blue a numbing bed between my legs two fingers soothing the flood in…

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memorize

memorize

I memorize you. your dreams and your aspirations your favorite restaurant order and the way you take your coffee, or don’t. your favorite songs – the lyrics are engrained in my mind. the shampoo you use and the way you roll…

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Very Specific Phobias

Very Specific Phobias

We used to talk, we used to have conversations big and Small. But really, they were never small. Never felt small. It’s not the same. Time was like cotton candy, sugar tendrils we could twist and Pull to our whims and…

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Marriage in the Sun

Marriage in the Sun

Robert was passed out in the bed. Jackie stared at her drunken husband with a mix of anger, pity, and relief. The anger was directed solely at Robert – he had started the fight, after all. And he was the one…

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WOLF MOON

WOLF MOON

wolf moon illuminates an enigma wicked by design wolf moon wails fearless master of ceremonies always in control wolf moon serenades urgent covetousness thinly- veiled wolf moon moans “Mystery Moon”by cogdogblog is licensed under CC0 1.0

Shame On You

Shame On You

“Drunk. Hot. Easy. A cocktease….“ No. Fuck that. Fuck them. Do not bathe in the steam rising off sordid pools they lured you into, those filled with twisted recollections of reality. Coveting your butterfly touch and those sexy, soft eyes as…

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The Queen of Solar Punk

The Queen of Solar Punk

He took a picture with a camera, of all things. That was your first clue the man was an artiste. Said he wanted a machine not with memory but the temporary imprint of film, a fleeting preoccupation. He called you a concept…

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