Close your eyes to what’s not there

He loved all the taste of her bad habits, cigarettes and whiskey straight. She loved the feel of mint on his breath, a blown kiss between her legs. They would shudder and shake, pressed together, trading whispered dirty words, and screamed sighs, as the night faded into nothing at all. Fade Into You :: Mazzy … Continue reading Close your eyes to what’s not there

Now what am I supposed to do with broken sentences of you :: quotes and a song

"...our conversations are never easy, but as I - we - get older, we are all finding that our conversations must be spoken. A need burns inside us to share with others what we are feeling. Beyond a certain age, sincerity ceases to feel pornographic. It is as though the coolness that marked our youth … Continue reading Now what am I supposed to do with broken sentences of you :: quotes and a song

Friday Five :: They ride the roads as they bend

Hit the Ground Running :: Smog Friday Five 5 Things this song reminds me of: 1. A "New Year" is just around the corner, a mere eight days away, and though this year in my life was a mis-matched case of doubt and delight, I am feeling very good about most of my life now, … Continue reading Friday Five :: They ride the roads as they bend

I can already hear your tune calling me across the room :: songs and poetry

End (by me) Again. She spins and spins and spins. Drips sugar spooned poison pen promises, while the soul drips fluid from paper cranes, remorse. The say she makes good, fakes good, takes good. Whispered hesitation, resuscitation, masturbation, manipulation. Watch her spine bend and break, bend and break, oh darling, crush the floor with me. … Continue reading I can already hear your tune calling me across the room :: songs and poetry

X and O promises made of smoke and ashes :: A Playlist

  X and O promises made of smoke and ashes :: Eight days away :: A Playlist Listen here on Spotify Little Girl :: Robert Francis Guess I'm Doing Fine :: Beck Forget Me Not :: The Civil Wars Jackie :: Sinead O'Connor Little Wing :: Jimi Hendrix Baker, Baker :: Tori Amos Shadowboxer :: … Continue reading X and O promises made of smoke and ashes :: A Playlist

She falls in love with me :: songs and prose

She was there by an off-chance coincidence, a fail safe that had failed, so she reversed time and her experience to become a record store clerk, again, shelving music instead of managing clients and budgets. The truth is, she loved it, her fire escape dive to freedom. The trains click-clacked all night as she tried … Continue reading She falls in love with me :: songs and prose

Now that your coffee is growing cold :: songs and poetry

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Kelly Vivanco The Lament of a Late Night Diner Waitress (by me) Next step will be forward, next time I will stick around, and I will walk with arms outstretched, to the sky. You will see me with the purple boots, crimped and curled hair, unruly, styled by wind … Continue reading Now that your coffee is growing cold :: songs and poetry

No hero in her sky :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: "Have My Heart" :: Art by Joshua Petker "And so it is, the colder water, the blower's daughter, the pupil in denial." I am not sure when it began, or what started me believing that in love I had to give everything that I am in order to deserve to be … Continue reading No hero in her sky :: song of the day