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All the things I had been able to get over in just a short amount of time… it doesn’t really seem that I ever really moved on from them. There are still a lot of memories that move me to tears, just remembering how they had made me feel in those times. But I guess the same goes for you too, huh? And that’s why it’s not something you are eager to revisit, to give me answers to a past you’d like to pretend never happened (or would you? It’s hard to tell sometimes). Well, I won’t push you any longer, I suppose…

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.20.2013 @ 12:12 pm


It’s what I had known for a long time before I could become anything else. It was an entire existence, and almost instantaneously it changed and entered a world I didn’t realize would carry so much perversion. A three-dimensional person, multi-faceted, to those I most wanted to be away from. I didn’t choose that.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.13.2013 @ 4:41 pm


the only way she could thrust it out of her mind was to continue jogging. maybe later she would do a few leg curls. bench press, too, if those guidos ever decided to relocate. ah, the thought crawls back from the darkness, again. she picked up the pace, as if her troubles were expelled through each bead of sweat running down her warm temples.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 04.05.2011 @ 9:16 pm


they say: fame. picket fence, suit job, wife and 2.5 children. BA, MA, PhD, BS. being considered better than everyone else. popularity. solid gold toliets. private: island, jet, theatre, parties, yacht. security.

i say: finding love in people and in what you do.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 04.04.2011 @ 5:19 pm


Plentifully prepped. Packed prudently. Processing passes. Play “probable,” “possible,” “perhaps” practically. Ponder. Please proceed.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 04.03.2011 @ 12:18 pm


A Woman Who Knows What She Wants

Duty calls in them,
head over them for you, pet.
Right at yours, always.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 03.15.2011 @ 9:23 pm


Red and silky. Gold fringes lit like flames. Her brown hair swayed across her back, wispy, wild. Tight ’round her neck, but loose ’round her waist, her dark flags trailed behind her and beckoned me. I’d pledge my life to that.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 03.11.2011 @ 6:33 pm


Questions of the past, revisited whenever you brush against me. Should I have said something earlier? Was my appeal too late to catch your fleeting interests? Did I even matter in the first place? I would scarf down my lunch from sheer nerves, bite my nails, nibble at my pencil, run my fingers through my tangled curls and sit, patiently. How patient could I continue to be, I’d ask myself.
Now I know.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 03.09.2011 @ 7:51 pm


Sick. Cockblocker to my ambition. It is my dream to ditch this popsicle stand and get somewhere, go west. All you need to do is pay my one-way flight ticket outta here, asshole.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.28.2011 @ 6:32 pm


They sat. Part of her wanted to squirm away. Another part liked the weight of his head on her shoulder and the warmth of his hands on hers. Who else would love her like he did? No one, she sighed defeatedly. The only thing she could do was grab these scattered affections whenever she could, even if she couldn’t give anything in return.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.24.2011 @ 9:43 am


Show them to me–wait, no, what am I supposed to do with this? I know your intentions, your needs, your thirst. Play the hand. But I cannot be won over this time.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.19.2011 @ 8:24 pm


Seize. Search. Melt. Lap it up. Resistance is futile. The one love, the true religion. It hearkens back to the motherland. Worth more than its weight in gold; chalky, chunky, soupy, goopy, creamy, crunchy, hollow, dense. Cocoa-colored memories on your hand.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.14.2011 @ 6:30 pm


The seed of of a hidden desire, creeping softly from my voice box into the stratosphere. Cursed to silence, as they tell me it is not my place, that I best service elsewhere. There is a scream in my heart, reverberating and rattling a white cage furiously. There is no other way I can remove this blight. I will reach for it.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.13.2011 @ 11:42 am


Forth, onward, headfirst into the pit. What will you find? What do you look for? It matters not.
Fall deeper. A cascade of emotions lighting your edges. Do not be afraid anymore.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.12.2011 @ 11:36 am


How could I ever feel bad?
Imagine—me—wanting YOU, from your wanton want of me.
Disgusting, manipulative. Play the heartbroken, and believe I am a fool.
We’re not twelve years old anymore, you know.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.10.2011 @ 7:04 pm


Sound. Sounds like peril. Or is it a call? From who? From where?
Get going, get moving. Are you too frightened? Is it too daunting?

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.07.2011 @ 7:49 pm


Bertha, on your way out. Don’t forget Earl.
Take these candies, go to hell.
Flesh—burn and froth, burn, and burn some more.
There doesn’t seem to be an end to this.
Take another candy. Does that feel better?
Queasy, uneasy, discomforted. Cold.
At least it’s cold.
The bottle is empty, but the marks are still there.

» Posted By Tina Stergenhoff On 02.06.2011 @ 12:33 pm

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