TweetIt didn’t feel different, and that was the strange part. In the moment, you’d been elated, the sun beating down on your face outdoors, the school football field colonized by a million folding chairs and your parents clapping and beaming as their children and their friends and you processed across the stage one by one [...]
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Posted 21 June 2011
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Tweet“Tell me a story.” “What, another one?” “Yeah.” “Ok, hmm. Alright, I know one. It goes like this: “There once was a very holy man. Everyone agreed on this. They testified to his mystical powers far and wide; they swore that his decisions were enlightened beyond all other men. God himself looked down at this [...]
Tweeton some level we want to be guilty to have someone chasing us telling us over and over that all our fuckups mattered that in the vast ledger of life, a thick black book there was a notation made beside our names “this one right here; he was trouble.”
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Posted 06 May 2011
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TweetLIGHTS UP on an apartment kitchen. The morning after Thanksgiving. Steven is seated at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. Jess, his roommate, enters. JESS Goooooood morning! STEVE Mornin’. JESS How’d you sleep? STEVE With all that turkey your mom stuffed in me it’s a miracle I’m awake now. JESS Your family never did big Thanksgivings? [...]
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Posted 28 November 2010
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TweetAUTHOR Where was I going with this, again? Oh, right, a character. CHARACTER enters through back door. AUTHOR (cont’d) No life in you yet, I guess. Hello? CHARACTER No life in you yet, I guess. Hello? AUTHOR Huh. CHARACTER Huh. AUTHOR Well, let’s fix that. Wake up, buddy. CHARACTER What? AUTHOR I said, hello. CHARACTER [...]
TweetStanding in an underground railway station built alongside a highway in the middle of summer slippy-hot that falls on you like a damp blanket your mother had been heating in the over on the lowest setting to lie over you when you were sick the cars themselves are no better the air conditioning roaring helplessly [...]
TweetNot everybody lives in the monoculture, of course, but it takes a very specific effort to not fall into it. Since one of the qualities of culture is that it is ubiquitous, the monoculture cannot simply be removed; it has to be replaced with something else every bit as encompassing and central to the identities [...]
TweetWalking in the spring rain without an umbrella should be avoided by budding poets. It leads to writing little bad poems about walking in the May rain without an umbrella. I write you these lines as a note of warning. I saw that glint in you eye when it began to drizzle and I was [...]
Tweet“This is a good vintage.” He scooped a handful of soil and let it run through his fingers. It fell in loose clumps, a dark brown shade, and landed back in the rough burlap bag on the floor. “It looks fantastic. That color is so rich, so deep.” He licked the few remaining moist flecks [...]
Tweet1. Half-price Easter chocolate tastes strangely of dusty bread and a hint of sour grapes. 2. and to tell the truth, I love you. and to tell the truth, when I say that I’m lying. 3. When you came on the television chopped off at the waist and speaking in tongues, I wanted to turn [...]