Category Archives: Ghosts

There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go. Tennessee Williams

Day 10: Tuesday, March 27, 2012 Prompt A: Talk about breaking someone else’s heart, or having your own heart broken. I had to leave. It was time. He was never going the direction I was going, though he tried. I was never going the direction he was going, though I tried. I saw him as going backward or staying in place.… (more…)

For that guy. Yeah

So I had an episode the other day or month. I’ve been meaning to blog again for awhile but the new jorb and the tension with proving myself all over again got in the way. Before that it was just coming down from the job I had before. I was just so sad to leave my last job. I had… (more…)

In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels ~Echo and the Bunnymen

The prompt for the 17th, which is not today, but which I decided to do today, because I’m like that is: Make a list of everyone you’ve ever had a crush on in your life, then choose one from the list and describe him or her in great detail. (Guest Post by Ann Napolitano, author of A Good Hard Look)… (more…)

The Things We Keep.

it’s funny the things we keep. The things we keep for ourselves, the things we keep for our children, or in our case child. The things we keep for each other. My mother kept my baby ring. What a funny thing to have.  I understand a baby cup, I guess I have one of those too, silverplated. I’m not sure… (more…)

“If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of potential — for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints; possibility never.” Kierkegaard

OH damn. Damn damn damn.  This is the wish. I wish I felt like I did during college or grad school, or perhaps even my first job, when I just knew I was marking time until it got good. And it did, get good that is.  I had some amazing adventures, such adventures, in dark rooms some with things that… (more…)

The electric things have their life too. Paltry as those lives are.~ Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep

From the time I was small I was fascinated by the ballerinas atop music boxes. I was sure that at night the small pink one would wake and dance her way across my room. I thought they met, somewhere secret with all the other small ballerinas and tiny walking toys to make plans to one day be real during the… (more…)

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