January 2011
21 posts
“The Honest House” Megan Falley In an effort not to crawl back to you, I crossed the 2 train off my subway map in blue ink, called it a river, sold my canoe. Swept the soot from the chimney into a vase, scattered it all over Manhattan. Husband, I pretended it was your ash. Spoke your name in past tense and still, when we found ourselves in the same bar, phoned a mystic. Told her I was...
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Isn’t it the post beautiful thing when a girl runs her hands over her own body? She’s got a smile on her face and she runs her hands on every curve and bump and she sees that it is good. Despite all she has been shown and told in her life, she runs her hands…
waste of paint.
The last few months I have been living with this couple. Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles. They fit together, like a puzzle. And I love their love and I am thankful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. And they still do me. I’m sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy. Will my number come up...
Science: Make hypotheses, seek evidence, find explanation, always question, always conduct research, welcome new evidence, make world better place.
Religion: Read word, believe word, condemn those who don’t.
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“To terrify children with the image of hell…to consider women an inferior...”
– Christopher Hitchens (via divineirony)
“For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough” Charles Bukowski I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, and I call God a liar, I say anything that moved like that or knew my name could never die in the common verity of dying, and I pick up her lovely dress, all her loveliness gone, and I speak to all the gods,...