Moving from Utah to Alabama and it's more or less to pieces.
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Tag: anxiety
The Notes I Keep
A peek into my smartphone---oh, the invasion of privacy!
The Old Pecan Field
I often stand On the old pecan field Grazing the newest grass. I know better then To dig in deep For truffles Or winter roots. For the moment I leave A print in the earth My time there will ‘come Unsettled. I’m told it’s to hide The dirt that’s inside Is shoddy And of shallow … Continue reading The Old Pecan Field
‘Erase Me’ Now In Hardcopy!
It's been too long, but my book 'Erase Me' is now available in paperback! I mean, it's amazon's kindle publishing so it isn't as fancy as I dreamed (namely a small boxy thing I'd imagine in the magazine rack next to a toilet, because that's where all good drama is read), but it feels like … Continue reading ‘Erase Me’ Now In Hardcopy!
Stranded
Tell me what I’m not getting. The ‘enough’ I need to give. Trace the path that I must walk To get to where my heart's been. Brush back my hair and whisper truth So I’m not led to lie Clear my ears To see the wind And where it blows me to. Don’t leave me … Continue reading Stranded
Frog Girl
Another college assignment story. This one I based on two girls I knew my senior year of high school. One was...a weirdo. The other was unfortunately targeted, one of those victims of kids who are carelessly mean. My professor also didn't like this story. Got only a B for it. Frog Girl Orchestra was a … Continue reading Frog Girl
Skyscraper
Tell me, skyscraper, How do I look from up there? I, one of many, Who can’t touch your clean air? Do you even bother To lean your shadow aside To not crush the ants That walk at your side? Tell me, sky scraper, With your brow in the clouds, Why do you bother To care … Continue reading Skyscraper
Make’n Pretty
It's been a while, but I think this story was inspired by a girl I knew back in college. I'd known her since high school, along with the boy she liked. She wasn't...a terribly easy person to get along with, despite her outgoing personality (though that somehow made it harder, like she was Bruce from … Continue reading Make’n Pretty
My Friend Death
I just really liked the idea of writing a story where the main character is best friends with death. I don't necessarily see death as a scary thing, maybe because I have a mental disease that's gotten me close and personal with suicide or because I'm fairly religious. I also, at the time of writing … Continue reading My Friend Death
Hear the Chimes
In a moment I will hear the chimes of a familial porch I've never been, where the sun warms a spot just for me on the lap of a gentle Father. Dig deep, dig far, close the door on all the noise. Pull me to where no one goes. There, Father waits, to pat my … Continue reading Hear the Chimes
Author T.S. Lowe 