The places themselves don’t matter that much. What I remember was the time I spent with him and the conversations we had.
She’s the kind of person who adapts to a broken thing instead of figuring out how to fix it.
I gave you a chance. How many notes did I leave, before you pushed me to this?
She had a hose, which had a rusty nozzle gun on its end, and every time the fire made a move toward the house or toward the fields, she worked the rusty gun and sprayed that fire.
Rollie was convinced that what Michael Stipe was really singing was come into the Winnebago and that "The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite" was about child abuse (the evidence in the lyrics: candy bar, falling star, The Cat in the Hat), but nobody on the boards was having any of it. The other newsgroup members pointed him… Continue reading “The Gazers” by Neil Serven
I am building an imaginary Titanic and yes, I am using zero research. I am imagining everything. This is how I self-help myself. You already know me. And this project is my recovery from you. Oh, my love. This is for you. I’m serious, zero research. You are the methodical one. I am the spontaneous… Continue reading “Titanic Built for Two” by Sarah Sorenson
Neil Young wakes in the semidarkness, rises like the very sun itself, and places upon his head a dusty black fedora. He wraps his physical manifestation within a flannel shirt, as if wrapping it within a shroud of the Holy Spirit. He eats something organic and picks up the news and quickly puts down the… Continue reading “It’s Just a Dream” by Justin Hamm