Category: Endings

  • Dana tells me to keep that fucking door shut. She says every time I come back through it, I'm a different person. I ask her why's the door there if not to be opened? It's a gateway to ruin, Dana says, and you've never been able to leave the dead alone. Stay clear for once.…

  • Picture the journeys we've embarked upon that have led us to this aisle, staring up at the same title, wondering if we've found that lost thing we could never quite nail down. What is found was never lost. Let go of the illusion of going with the flow. We agreed upon this meeting place —…

  • You have no discernible shape. You are all pulsating gray matter and no body. I want to give you form. I want to give you a frame from which to hang your sentiment and shame. You rise and roll right up over me. No string, no tail. Nothing to grab onto at all. My hand…

  • I'm sad that I'm not sad that you went out in the rushes and you never came back. Poor trade-off is what it is – no guarantee the demon'll flee after your fiery stage left exit. Who did you save? And is your good name any less difficult to pronounce now they've brought the curtain…

  • The dream is meant to be given up just when all the Big Ideas roll in; a most inopportune time. The verdant years of youthful pursuits give way to ass-numbing commutes. Behold, the careerist is born, and Art is an old-fashioned name. Ambition whispers, but the tease is brief and weariness cuts off any outbursts…