Outside is the rain half the world waits for as much as we hate it at times; it gives us whatever we can gather from the energy that is frozen and makes up the world I swore I’d never live in. But like everything else it passes on its way to teaching me which way to turn. In the meantime, left with nothing but dreams and memory, I’m practicing for the death we all know is coming, that none of us know how to face. I keep trying the prayers and other means as if each could be a plot twist in the novel I keep wishing I could write. All I want to end with is the person who points down the street.
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Further Reading
TOM ORANGE’S RESPONSE TO “SOME DARKER BOUQUETS”
Dear Kent, I’ve read over the pieces by you and this Jason Guriel quite carefully, and I’m afraid I don’t have much to say by way of response: you both make legitimate points but, as I see it, offer pretty ineffectual proposals because you both focus on a minor symptom and ignore the much greater […]
What I Don’t Know about My Mother
by Graham Guest
(1) I don’t know her real, legal name: her name at birth. Once, I thought it was Marion Bush, but that turned out to be wrong. Oddly, my dad doesn’t know, either. (2) I don’t know who her parents, grandparents, etc., were. (3) I don’t know if she had any siblings. (4) I don’t know exactly […]
Matt Gonzalez interviewed by Okla Elliott: ON THE STREET OF CROCODILES
1. As a person who has held elected office as a Green Party member and who ran as an Independent for VP in 2008, what do you see as the biggest challenges third parties face in this country? And what do you see as the best course of action for people who are interested in […]
