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I don’t know how to categorize this text (poetry?), so if you have any suggestions please let me know! But do you get what it was? What that thing was that hit you? That tremendous force that knocked you to your knees. Had you on your face nailed to the ground. Do you know what [...]

This is a performance pice, i.e. written for the spoken format, but since I’ve been getting some requests for the text I thought I’d share it here in written form.  Questioning. Good evening ladies and gentlemen. And those of you who fall between these categories.  My intention here tonight is to be pretentious. I would [...]

“Just start from the beginning.” “What beginning?” I hate that look. That look of understanding. They all have it. Like a mixture of pity and greed. A glow in their eyes. They think they can understand. That if they understand me enough I will be cured. Fixed. That’s all they want, to fix me. I [...]

We sit down on the stairs. It’s just him and me now. No one else around. And I know this will  lead to something I don’t really want. I know I shouldn’t be here. I should go. But I don’t. I stay. We talk. At first. It’s like waiting for the inevitable. He asks me [...]

full moon shadow play on the wall your face and me it is much too late words almost at an end darkness like velvet a question lingering like smoke echoing in the air what was it I said? what was it you asked? it gets lonelier still and tears glimmer in moonlight I know this [...]