Catching Up
They were on the telephone with each other, exchanging news about their respective days. It was a conversation punctuated by long silences, grunts and murmurs. She had twisted the telephone cord around her index finger as she listened to him tell her about college. It was a love-hate thing for to listen to him because […]
Cross Roots
If one wasn’t paying very close attention, it sounded like the same thing. There was music, only the event was different. Trouble was, even a cursory glance would have delivered the same impression no matter the situation. The by-lanes always seemed to look the same even though it was clear that the area was morphing, […]
Wristcutter’s Ballet
I slice my cigars with scalpels and I wear a noose as a neck tie. Not because it makes me cool but because of how scared I can feel when I have that thing threatening to choke off my air or that other thing itching to drag a furrow through my veins. I don’t have […]
keep looking »-
Email Updates
-
Recommendations
-
Directories
BlogCatalog
Blog Flux
Blog Hub
Blogarama
Blog Directory