(A collection of starts gathering dust. I often think I will come back to pieces when I leave them partly written. Here are three examples to the contrary.) 1. It's loud in here today, I text K. She knows that I am not speaking of the white noise of an office background going about a… Continue reading What I left uneaten at my table
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Using Dreams and Dead People
An unfinished piece written March 6, 2019. I dream of heroin, which is strange because it was never my drug of choice. I wake sweaty and tangled, my heavy breathing amplified in the kind of silence only 3 am can bring. The craving hits so hard that if it were in front of me right… Continue reading Using Dreams and Dead People
Now We Are Beginning 