• Raven commented on the post, catcher 7 years, 6 months ago

    Catcher in the Rye. I want to catch the raindrops out there in my hands. I want to feel the cold, slippery gelatin of rained-over raindrops fall between my fingers. I want to touch the budding weeping willows that […]

  • Raven commented on the post, scarce 7 years, 8 months ago

    There’s scarcely anything in there; it’s black and empty. The bubbles have disappeared for the time being, and the mary janes have worn off her feet. Replaced with converse. Or heels. But there’s scarcely anything in that bag. Time to start over again.

  • Raven commented on the post, sneaky 7 years, 10 months ago

    He snuck out of it, wiggling his little rump until it, too, could squeeze through. Everything was huge, here. The carpet was endless. The walls were higher than he had ever seen.

  • Raven commented on the post, awakening 7 years, 11 months ago

    “There’s gonna be any awakening, man–th-th-the 18th.” His body swayed; his words staggered.
    “What do you mean? What kind of awakening?”
    He shook his finger in front of my face. “We’re all gonna realize what the fuck we’re even working for, man.”

  • Raven commented on the post, castle 7 years, 12 months ago

    “It’s not much of anything, really… just some colors slapped together, furniture from my twenty years of living.”

  • Raven commented on the post, warfare 8 years ago

    “What’s it like out there?”
    “Hot, sticky and never victorious.”
    “What about when you win?”
    Silence. “No,”

  • Raven commented on the post, advice 8 years ago

    She told him to go sit and think. So he meandered over to the corner, purposely looking as if he didn’t care. He slumped down, back to the wall. And he thought. He thought of cloaks and clocks and dragons and baboons.

  • Raven commented on the post, stacks 8 years ago

    Paper is stacking behind my eyelids. Intangible paper but paper nonetheless. Paper of my identity within the next few years. Paper of reality–my own tangible realness, yet it’s as thin as linen and it feels like it’s slipping through my fingers.

  • Raven commented on the post, mystery 8 years ago

    “My stair-ee” is how I read that word. My-art. I need to paint more. Swirl the brush around, feel the oil on my fingertips. I miss it.

  • Raven commented on the post, couch 8 years ago

    Couch potato: she slings her body onto the cushions. They’re ripped and stained, but she doesn’t care. She’s been on her feet all day. Been on them all too long, in fact. Running around, serving people, falsely smiling to the rude customers. She needs a break.

  • Raven commented on the post, celebrate 8 years ago

    I celebrate myself as much as I can, trying to make Walt Whitman proud. Of course, he’s quite the master and I can only live up to his writing so much. Only live up to his loafing, his celebrating, his absolute masterpieces so much. Little room for error. Little room for me.

  • Raven commented on the post, concern 8 years ago

    What’s this concern, Madame?
    What’s the con-cern? What do you think the concern is?
    I don’t know; that’s why I’m asking.
    Well, these smiles are holding me hostage. The bright white is blinding me just enough to lure me into their outspread arms. I feel their mechanical metal wrapping around my ribcage.

  • Raven commented on the post, sponge 8 years, 1 month ago

    Absorbant. Little fingers poke through the holes, grabbing at the other side. Only suds live on the other side, though. Tiny bubbles that you can’t even pop. The kids are sorely disappointed.

  • Raven commented on the post, avenue 8 years, 1 month ago

    It’s covered with fog. The quebecois lights can’t even penetrate through it. The pale mist rises from the street in a thick layer, invading each passerbys’ thoughts, sneaking through the negative space in the trees, wriggling through the loopholes in their minds.

  • Raven commented on the post, destruction 8 years, 1 month ago

    He sat in the back of the wreckage: bits of plastic strewn everywhere, shards of metal in the middle of the road. “Shit,” he thought as he heaved his body up from the scarlet seat.

  • Raven commented on the post, force 8 years, 1 month ago

    It’s on my shoulders, inevitably pressing down. Creating golfballs under the surface. The pressure wells up behind my eyelids. Under my fingertips. It balls up in my stomach. The acidic crunch of it expands, cracking my insides.

  • Raven commented on the post, umbrella 8 years, 1 month ago

    It’s rainy out. Irene’s coming. Hurray.