The day in bed

Thursday, July 19, 2012 at 11:07 pm

I’m done over here for awhile. From time to time I will put a little something up. This blog was a passage for me. A way to bloodlet. You know who you are. These raw (no filters) photo’s are from yesterday. Goodbye.          

Categories: Away, Blood, Ethers, Journal, POPment, Storyblood

Photos from my week

Thursday, July 19, 2012 at 10:50 pm

  Gin was my lover this night.    

Categories: Away, Blood, Ethers, Journal, POPment, Storyblood

The rooms

Wednesday, June 13, 2012 at 2:38 pm

At some point the lines blur, doors to rooms, halls, parlors, cellars — the rooms of my life make up a house that does not exist outside my mind Des Moines: When I first took possession of the big house in my birth city, it had been boarded up for many months. A grand Victorian […]

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94

Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 4:31 pm

  I wear flamenco shoes because they feel romantic and remind me that passion is around every corner. When I step on a hard surface the sound of nails shoot through me, the way my lover did the summer of 94. There was a film set from Chile blocking my usual path from Earwax to […]

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When she comes home

Saturday, January 22, 2011 at 9:22 pm

She told them they would be safe; she promised, as they were crammed into the vent of the old house’s guts. The tears piled behind them like a current, warm and salty, then cold and sticky. “How long?” she wondered, as the bowels swallowed the silhouettes. A voice stretched towards her, wispy, lurking, foul. She […]

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