In this post, there will be no feats of superhuman vocabulary or super speedy typing. This sentence took me about thirty three seconds to type, longer than that to think of, and more often than not, my vocabulary mirrors that of a well-read eight year old. The words “super speedy” are evidence enough, as is … Continue reading
The following was written in anticipation of my thesis. The final copy was heavily edited. * When the scarlet red ribbon was cut revealing the naked gray building shaped no different than any of the other cement tombstones from the past, a murmur of hesitant disbelief crept through the large crowd. Ten years ago, the … Continue reading
“What words are good enough to convince someone not to kill themselves?” Shit. That’s how I started – with shit. My jaw was raw when the words slipped out. One by one, they stumbled, tripping over the syllables of another. I stuttered. I coughed. I waited in silence for the echo to fade. Silence waited … Continue reading
Sometimes I feel that all the good words have been stolen and I’m left to pick up the scraps. Perhaps why that explains why I write so inconsistently and choppy, but I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just my fault. Probably is. Below is a combination of those words that I wished were mine because though … Continue reading