Category Archives: memories
The Letters
Dearest M,
Today your letter, whatever version, found me. Again hanging from some wretched cliff, the asses and mules all gone again, fallen or eaten maybe. Only I remained of our small band, though now my heart’s Sherpa who carries, along with your epistle, the red weight without the smallest flinch and how we will [...]
The Letters
My Dear Mr. Pink,
Last night’s escapades drove a bevel around my heart, the slope of which could rival La Dame Blanche. While you shake ideals out like apples from a tree, my ideals are not easily shaken. I have buried my face in such women before, such powder; I have watched men reach the peak, [...]
In these hours
It’s often in these hours when things reach us most deeply, maybe it’s not, maybe it’s time to talk about myself or perhaps I should just be writing in a journal, one of those salty old books that line the walls of this dark hold, sitting on rotting boards, rotting themselves in the humid air, [...]
