• Mara commented on the post, shock 1 year, 8 months ago

    Shock is a bad word to use. It’s a nothing word. A word that can only mean something to you if you’re in the thick of it. You can’t feel shock by reading it. You can’t feel shock by saying it. You can only feel it when you’re down on your knees, waist deep in it. You can only feel it if it’s taken your heart out of your chest.

  • N.J. commented on the post, educated 1 year, 11 months ago

    Find me another word
    this one doesn’t fit over my shoulders
    over skin, over color
    over tangled roots
    and brave new obstacles
    like roadkill in my future.
    Can a Girl get a definition,
    a synonym?
    Can you use it in a sentence for a Girl?

  • N.J. commented on the post, steady 2 years, 5 months ago

    It isn’t conscious, just automatic, these days. I sit here and you sit there, with our bodies not touching, just hovering in each other’s personal space. We breath steadily.

  • Drue commented on the post, scooter 2 years, 8 months ago

    I can remember riding my scooter down the city blocks. It was always dark and a tad bit windy. Oh, those San Francisco nights.

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  • Drue posted an update 3 years, 7 months ago

    My life is in perfect disorder.

  • Drue posted an update 3 years, 7 months ago

    My life is in perfect disorder.

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  • Chelsea Leigh commented on the post, lining 4 years, 5 months ago

    She held the dress up against her body, meeting his eye in the mirror. “Well? What do you think?” she prompted.

    He grimaced slightly; her smile faltered.

    “You don’t like it,” she muttered. It wasn’t a question.

    “It’s beautiful,” he corrected her quickly. “I just don’t think it’s the one. It’s not hers. It’s not what we’re looking for.”

  • “You know that what you’re doing is completely stupid, right?”

    “Yeah…but it’s fun.”

    “Okay, but it’s not going to be so fun when you accidentally kill yourself.”

    “Sure, fair enough — but I won’t know, because I’ll be dead.”

    “…you are truly insufferable.”

    “Thanks. So are we doing this, or what?”

    “Unfortunately. Let’s go then.”

  • “You started this whole thing. You know that, right?”

    The words seemed to offend him, even though they were true. He swallowed thickly and turned to face me.

    “You don’t think I was alone in instigating this, do you?” His response took me by surprise. “There were several of us — eight, to be exact. We know exactly what we’re doing…and why…[Read more]

  • She didn’t know what she was looking for, just that she would die if she failed to find it. Elisavet had warned her of the repercussions of a failed mission, and she replayed her ominous words over and over in her mind: “If you don’t find it, they will find you.”

    They could have offered her a bit more guidance. Now she was stuck, fighting for…[Read more]

  • Mara commented on the post, wilderness 4 years, 8 months ago

    there’s nothing wild about the word wilderness; an absence of that strong vowel sound has ripped the word of its savagery. wilderness beckons. you hear it and you’re standing at the foot of a forest, and you are not afraid.

  • N.J. commented on the post, stillness 4 years, 8 months ago

    I won’t say something about night or darkness or whichever bit’s the evil part of yin and yang but I’ll make due with saying something about how we just don’t converse any more. How even with the sun’s first arch smeared across the horizon we feel listless, still, gray in the pale light of daybreak. Legends and misunderstandings clutter the bed…[Read more]

  • Mara commented on the post, strike 4 years, 9 months ago

    Strike like snakes bearing their white fangs, gleaming beneath the sun.
    Strike – I was never struck. I was never bitten, never beaten. I was thrown out of cars and pushed against walls, but never struck.
    Strike – picket against the feeling that’s been tearing you apart inside. Refuse to leave until it puts on its shoes and the door hits its…[Read more]

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  • Mara commented on the post, defined 4 years, 11 months ago

    I talked about morals with a friend today, and about how Rahab lied to protect others. She was praised, but the Bible still says lying is wrong.
    I talked about psychology and religion with you today. We talked about the phenomenological perspective – how things exist because they exist in the minds of people. Is that defined enough?
    I thought…[Read more]

  • Mara commented on the post, firearm 4 years, 12 months ago

    Firearm. Arms made of fire. You could touch me and I’d combust. And that’s not what that means, firearms are weapons of anger. But I think if you shot me, all I’d feel would be love. Love, love, bleeding red, and I’m staring up at your face like you’ve freed me from something.
    Firearm. Arms made of fire. You could hold me and I could fall…[Read more]

  • Mara commented on the post, bourbon 5 years ago

    I imagine the taste of bourbon, how it would sting my virgin lips. I imagine what you tasted like after a shot of whiskey in my name. I have drank alcohol, but nothing is as heady as your slurring words.

  • Cassie commented on the post, trenches 5 years ago

    A run over ragged trench of thick grass, the bottom sunk with mud and soft from the rain, the same three days worth of rain that’s filled up the bottom of the trench. His knees are wet through his pants as he struggles to make purchase, to climb upwards.