• Julia commented on the post, desolate 5 years, 5 months ago

    It was the feeling of revelation I always thought one could get from a rewarding, though unplanned roadtrip across country. It was a feeling of desolation all the same.

  • Julia commented on the post, left 5 years, 5 months ago

    I left the walkway to come into the room. I left the conversation to enter something new. I left the distance and clinging sensation of two people attached on a need basis to enter the frustrated loneliness for having not talked for so long and spent so long together. I left the comforting nothingness to find numbness in not having an identity.…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, prayer 5 years, 6 months ago

    This happens every night like a prayer. It starts in the ticklish part of my inner thighs. Then, it moves upwards along my psoas. I can feel it deep below my belly and up my spinal cord. It climbs my neck gently and into each and everyone of my cells in my skull. I don’t know what it’s there for yet, but I know what it does. And every…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, prayer 5 years, 6 months ago

    This happens every night like a prayer. It starts in the ticklish part of my inner thighs. Then, it moves upwards along my psoas. I can feel it deep below my belly and up my spinal cord. It climbs my neck gently and into each and everyone of my cells in my skull. I don’t know what it’s there for yet, but I know what it does. And every…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, single 5 years, 6 months ago

    There was only one time that sitting at this couch didn’t feel like a single wicked act. That was the time I fell out of love. It was okay to soil whatever I felt like parking my ass on for once. For once, I didn’t mind showing the colour of my skin. I didn’t mind showing the lack of smile on my face. That was the one single time I didn’t…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, stairway 5 years, 6 months ago

    Through the door, around the cigarette holder, over the cat, through the door, down the hallway, turning the corner, past the treadmills, past the weights, past the dancers and the boxers, under the ceiling, across the floor, through the door, down the stairway, into your arms.

  • Julia commented on the post, welcoming 5 years, 6 months ago

    Ahhh, again. I come home to the apple and cinnamon spices that fill the air, the red gilded curtains, the vibrant hand woven rugs and the finely polished dark wooden furniture. Books everywhere and the radiators that you can sit on for warmth. A dog on her private rug, a stew in the crock pot, cookies in the oven and hot chocolate in the…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, spiral 5 years, 8 months ago

    Spiraling, spiraling forward and then backwards again into an abyss that is a face, a face within a season that does not and will never exist. This is the face that beckons to the shephard at midnight and christens its own womb, and pays no attention to the foghorn off on the distant spiraling path. Nothing left but reigns to bring yourself home with.

  • Julia commented on the post, buyer 5 years, 9 months ago

    The buyer doesn’t know anything. Have you seen him around this town? He’s foolish here, but for some reason when he leaves this room and enters another he turns into a genius. I don’t understand what it means for the education system today other than that teachers who are also buyers can be one man in one room and a woman in another room. Do…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, if 5 years, 10 months ago

    If you pick up the paper off of the porch, you’ll have to bring it inside. Your neighbors will know you’re a productive member of society and that you’re awake already. But if you don’t, you can go back into your house and go back to sleep. Or you can continue to work and get on with your day, and put on the front that you’re sleeping. They’ll…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, derailed 5 years, 10 months ago

    There were only sixty seconds left. The passengers and their husbands were all ready and expecting what was to come of their children and their mothers. There were only forty seconds left. The conductor was on the phone with his mother, crying a sweet song. The houses were empty. And would remain this way for a few weeks after the derailment.…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, commissioned 5 years, 10 months ago

    The mind was something that was paid more than any other body part in Howard’s vessel. He thought of it rather highly and regarded it as one of his most appropriately commissioned commodities. However, it wouldn’t be long before his mind would leave him to carry out his sacrilegious work by his little old and slowly withering self. He feared…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, typhoon 5 years, 10 months ago

    The typhoon was the strongest we had seen in decades. We weren’t sure how to take it this time. Our walls were down and our hearts were on our sleeves. We’d have to be ready for whatever the government was going to throw into our minds this time. What would the water hold for us? and for how long would we have to carry it? Only the typhoon knows.

  • Julia commented on the post, armchair 5 years, 10 months ago

    the armchair was rocking back, but not forth and there was something so persistant about the movement that really got grandpa’s nerves. he wouldn’t say a word; the armchair did all the speaking. and the cat meowed. looked left. then right. then it all stopped. and the cat was gone.

  • Julia commented on the post, television 5 years, 11 months ago

    There it was. A glimmer from out of the bleak darkness. And we called it an invasion. There was nobody to save but ourselves. Guilt and femine fatale. We were all that there was. And this is how it ends. The light from out of the endless darkness. Forever more the high hopes rise. Never.