Ephemera – Page 9 – white pebble

Nothing: #FMFparty #FiveMinuteFriday

May 30, 20142 Comments

Nothing. Nothing is standing between me and the day but a window and a screen. Nothing is standing between me and the dogs. Nothing is standing between me and the thought of getting out of bed. Nothing standing between me and the action except for the nothing. I got nothing. Holy words to say — … Continue reading Nothing: #FMFparty #FiveMinuteFriday

George Eliot is my only steady girlfriend. We go to bed together every night.

Peter O’Toole

May 29, 2014

Close, #FMFparty

May 23, 20143 Comments

No, we weren’t close, my mother and me. I feel guilty, even though there is very little I could have done about it. The one incident I remember: After cleaning up the dinner dishes — I was about thirteen — and loading the dishwasher, I said, “I’m just so lonely.” We hugged, a long hug. … Continue reading Close, #FMFparty

To remind myself that spring was actually here once

May 19, 2014

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