Suing, disagreement of any kind all seemed so ludicrous now. “Coffee’s supposed to be hot” she gently said. “You feel like exploring Rachel? Why don’t we see what’s left and who’s still here. Had anyone relocated just in case, you know, of apocalypse? Hear of anyone?” “A few people on my street left to go back to their hometowns and be with their families. Each one told me they wouldn’t be…
When we say ‘you’re classic’ we usually mean timeless if we’re seeing in a positive light or it could be predictably typical if we’re not happy with it, annoyed with a person or something s/he did.
Into the machine went blanket Pillow and case Four a.m. good a time to wash as any…
Left behind in a drawer waiting for me to discover, I’d say the book chose me. There are 3 friends from South Yorkshire who’d decided to have a picnic on a fertility symbol rendering all three of them with child, but you know it wasn’t the symbol’s fault, was it?
As she walked through the streets, yes she could still tell they were streets, she saw houses, places where houses used to be, and if she kept following this dusty road she should come through to… there it was! The market was still there, next to that a café and down a little further, across the street the post office was still standing. So far she hadn’t seen anyone else other than…
Michael Jackson wrote a song about ‘Remember the Time’ and the Stones had an early hit named ‘Time Is On My Side’. Jim Croce sang a beautiful ballad called ‘Time in a Bottle’ while the Isley Brothers sang a heavier version of ‘Time Has Come Today’. Remember when Jim Croce died and some talk show had his widow singing one of his songs and she cried though the whole thing? I remember thinking…
Flatmates moving out
Don’t be helpful I think
But I thought too late
As I gathered up the pile
Of lesson plans and homework
Stuck together with spent prophylactics
Happy I was wearing my utility gloves
These I’ll discard, get a clean pair for dishes
As an empty contraception packet
Slipped from between
No easy feat
For it I mean
Getting through passion’s gunk
Don’t want to imagine how…
I loved everything you’d do
Resilient, how diversified
So many personalities
Yet, I felt concern
What went on behind your eyes?
A sense of dread
Seeing ease with every change
Frightened I thought
Could anyone get close?
Could anyone know you?
I’m guessing no
Being treated for
How do you treat a state of mind
Telling you to die
And it makes sense to do
Now there’s peace
They were twins but you’d never know it. She looked like her mother and her twin looked like her father, one had black hair while the other had sandy brown, and one was reserved while the other was outwardly wild. To see them together you wouldn’t think they were friends.
As Angela thought back to much younger days she laughed to herself. Her friend Creep was there with her. They’d both come…
We would visit each other almost daily. My 4-year old son would walk with me to her house and play with her 5-year old while she and I shared a bottle of Soave and discussed life in general. Her fiancée’s parents were members of a faith that had the inside scoop about the end of the world. They were so certain they and their members were selling all worldly possessions and would gather at the…
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