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in all things, change life and seasons they pass and we are left to ache impermanence irony of progression isn’t it?

there is a kind of hope that hurts almost as much as knowing. i call it jagged hope. it’s the tattered, shredded hope that something broken or lost through lack of care might be recovered, even if not fully. it is, of course, illusory and utterly impossible. it is this knowing underneath the hope itself that makes it tattered and shredded… the claws of your own knowing coming up from below to natter at it and pick it apart until even you cannot say there’s anything left. i am not going to post the conversation here. i suppose, maybe, i […]

it becomes annoying how like clockwork ‘this’ is. ‘this’ being the pattern of my finally deciding to sever something only to have it immediately waken when i do. i just got an email from someone who, frankly, i never expected to hear from again. i had just gotten to the point where thinking about them didn’t bring an immediate ache. i had just gotten to the point where i didn’t have to be angry enough to hurt them just to keep from feeling i was going to shatter into pieces that could never again be found, let alone put back […]

turn and turn and my, but you are so graceful i almost forget you’re not real almost forget that you are me that we are the same, figments of mind spinning in the empty infinity i love you best when you’re opposite all duality and other and strange husky voice upon my cheek something i can believe in until i remember until you forget i’ve named you a thousand times you flicker and sway obligingly my hands pass through clenching with frustration where are you why can’t i feel you then i look at the wall laughing until i cry

sudden urge, indulged. clearing bookmarks in the browser, losing addresses and phone numbers, starting fresh. forgetting those who have forgotten me. differently this time. not angrily. almost happily. hard to explain. bout time, really. that’s all for now.

‘i’ve got a good feeling about this.’ codephrase and keyword for Focus in effect. i’ve never felt it that it hasn’t been spot on and dead to center correct. i got the feeling several days ago when i went to edmonds to interview with the recruiter. it has been with me every since. i told my roomie friday night that i would have an interview by wednesday and start work the following monday. recruiter just called. interview tomorrow at 2pm. right on schedule. the swell is subsiding and in its wake, the usual weariness. but i’m smiling. looking forward to […]

as you know if you read here at all frequently, this is the place where the sticky stuff comes to land so it isn’t running around in my head all the time. that does tend to make it seem as if i am a wholly unhappy, possibly terminally depressed person. but if you ever met me, you know better. there are a number of you who read here and have never met me. so you really don’t know better. and rather than have you think i’m all the above, on occasion, i post one of these to specifically point you […]

here’s an irony for you — my current roomie had a woman come out here to live with him and when she got here, she broke his heart, told him she didn’t love him, and cut out for pennsylvania to live with someone else. he invites me out here because we’re friends and he wanted to help. nothing more. but i think he was a little confused because that wasn’t what he said. what he said was he wanted to see if we clicked as well in person as we did over distance. but i didn’t take it seriously. why […]

i remember when i told you that if you didn’t hear from me at least once a month, i was probably dead. i remember when i felt as if you would care to know i was alive and not dead. less than a month and how things have changed. only four days shy, of course, but it may as well be lifetimes. i said i never knew you found me so disposable, and i wish i had never found out. as usual, you said nothing. i suppose that’s kind of what disposable means, isn’t it? you don’t walk back to […]

i have no idea what to write about tonight. anything i’d think to say feels like redundancy. you ever feel like there’s not been anything truly new in your life in years? it’s silly, isn’t it? i sit here in a new town, contemplating a new phase in life and i feel as if nothing new has happened. idiocy, really. or is it? maybe i’m talking about all the stuff inside my head, most of which hasn’t changed since i was in my teens. how many times must one say a thing before one can do more than say it? […]