May 2010
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Weekly Short Stories: An Excerpt
She is holding a crescent shaped brass statue. She tells me her father gave it to her and that he would always laugh when she asked what it was for. Why does it have to be for anything but to look at? He would reply.
The pain is sharp as she strikes me across the temple. I feel the immediate need to vomit, but it won’t come. She is walking backward, slowly. Her eyes are far off. She is still...
Weekly Short Stories: An Excerpt
As she struck at me effortlessly one last time, I closed my eyes, falling, accepting the blow. I lie there bleeding out through my blue-dyed linen shirt. I heard no heavy breathing. She labored little in her violence. She continued to stand over me. My eyes opened to see her foot. Long, fair toned sinewy toes with piques of red where my blood had splattered; and her tattoo came into focus. I...
Instead of Work
Seemingly present, we were transfixed on Eros and eternal things. For round the railings were we sat was the litter of abandoned obligations.
Soulmates
There is, I believe, no more dangerous thought than that there is only one person for you; one crafted in eternal fires. That two cannot meet, serendipitously or quite upon chance, and find within each other mutual virtues and cultivate such beautiful things further is a tragedy for those who have little hope, or whose hope has been slowly chipped away by those foolish enough to believe God would...
Tumblr Tuesday
Again, if you like what you’ve read so far on my tumblr, please consider recommending me for the creative writing category:
http://www.tumblr.com/directory/recommend/music/telos
Also, I believe this will be the last time I’ll ask. If my work is good, I think it will find it’s way onto people’s dashboards, yeah?
“Where every pursuit was an attempt to understanding the world, desires were...”
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-5-23) →
Laura Veirs (77)
Janelle Monáe (69)
Bon Iver (37)
Gemma Hayes (24)
Giacomo Puccini (17)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
mills: Dear Abby, →
The house is all but empty; even my clothes are gone. I went through my desk: a note from Sofia -her collapsed self on scratch paper- entreated and admonished me. I saw two photos, but held up; it was a kind of denial, but that’s what adulthood is: resisting what one knows is unprofitable and…
To be sure this is a poignant and beautifully composed short piece, but more importantly, it...
Facebook Leaks Usernames, User IDs, and Personal... →
“In dreams you ask why, and set hearts on fire.”
“Sometimes certainty has nothing to do with knowing the future. Sometimes...”
In The Valley of Death...
The title is hyperbolic, to say the least, but similarly apropos…to a degree. I have been in a bit of a funk lately, and I’ve let if fester because it has provided the singleness of vision I needed to start working on a new short story. I suppose a mildly depressive state isn’t the best condition for anyone. I have, however, tempered it with plenty of time with friends. Wine,...
Recommend me for Tumblr Tuesday?
If you like my creative writing stuff, please consider recommending me for Tumblr Tuesday, yeah?
http://www.tumblr.com/directory/recommend/creative%20writing/telos
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-5-16) →
Laura Veirs (125)
Slow Club (34)
Bon Iver (20)
Little Joy (14)
The Morning Benders (12)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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“A small stint of iron was found in the heart of the growing fetus. It would have...”
– The Boy With a Knife in His Heart (a work in progress)
“At some point, you have to trust in the faith of friends, that you are as good...”
“Growing up is accepting that pain and love are intertwined, and knowing that for...”
“Those pretty lies in youth, and the flames that keep us, serrate the heart,...”
“She sidled past the desk, furtive glances, searching for an approving gaze, but...”
– Me
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-5-9) →
Lauryn Hill (46)
Mos Def (28)
The Innocence Mission (27)
SWV (26)
Basia Bulat (12)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Fuck Immaturity or How I Learned to Love My Age
Life is no more or less painful as you grow older, but if deep self-reflection has become a part of your soul’s repertoire, you’re far more capable of dealing with it, learning what can be learned, and moving on.
Writing Project
The title of my writing project, and what I hope to be a collection of short stories, came to me earlier upon coming out of a restful nap. It is “The Boy With a Knife in His Heart.” I look forward to writing on the porch at the Pulaski house this summer.
“there are better reasons to hurt”
growing up is knowing when you need to stop trying...
(via thatbeautifulday)
