Bones

The wind dries our bones,
leaves hollows, marrow
sapped,
fallow no more.
Inside
in the paths,
circuits, neurons spark and
go
along sear,
synaptic lines.
What once lit and danced
now
sits shelled.
Lovers linger
under dying vines outside
cafes.
They hold no sway over us
Old Folk.
And the fair kiss
they trade
we know will fade
and pitiless winter
come again.

Tags: poem, Poetry, winter, youth

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It Was a Dark and Stormy Night: Why I’m Quitting NaNoWriMo

“I’m a starter, not a cleaner,” she said, pulling a cigarette out of the flattened pack she fished from her purse.
“I come in with the ideas, get things rolling, you know. I excite people, get them worked up.”
I bet you do, I thought; even from behind my cluttered desk the dame was getting me worked [...]

Tags: fiction, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, National Prove to Yourself that You're not a Real Writer Month, pulp fiction

Tell Me About Yourself

“I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right”  -Bob Dylan
You ask me to tell you about myself, and I feel like screaming, or running, or crying.
I’ll start answering the question [...]

Tags: love, me, who i am

Rerun Time: How to Leave a Party in Ten Easy Steps. Or Maybe Fewer.

For your viewing pleasure, I’m resurrecting some old posts that might have been lost in the literary action. This story is mostly true, and paints me in an odd light. Which is to say, completely accurately.
Years ago, I was invited to a party.  I’m not saying it was the last time, but it might have [...]

Tags: socially awkward, what's the opposite of philanthropy