November 2009
3 posts
“God, please bless Malik Hasan. I thank you that your forgiveness and grace is...”
– Brandt Russo
September 5th, 2007
And when I need a moment to myself, I steal away to the only place of solitude I know: The third floor women’s restroom With its pale blues and greys, Meant to calm a frustrated spirit (and they do their job quite well). I tell her I need a drink As if confessing my sorrow is Something to be ashamed of. My excuse is no far cry from the truth; There is no doubt that I need a drink, but it...
I was once poetic.
we were swinging. i was trying to exude some innocence. i never asked you; did it work? you weren’t interested in my innocence (well, at least not yet). i tried to make depthless conversation, but you just wouldn’t have it. you leaned in once or twice, but i just wouldn’t have it. we traipsed toward the picnic table, the monstrous trees darkening the hazy, twilight sky. you tried...