We’ve all experienced that familiar descent into a never ending slumber, even craved it. An inevitable free fall. A way down from this world into the black abyss of nothing and everything. A complete, untethered release from all of this life’s restraints straight down.
I’m totally suffering this morning: Kids, breakfast, Christmas Eve, laundry, dishes, secretly gathering/wrapping presents (okay, maybe this is more the wife than me), etc. Sometimes the holiday vacation days seem like more work than actually going to work–SCREAMS! BANGS! MORE SCREAMS! “DAAAAAD!”
It’s one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite fictional characters, Hank Moody, played by David Dochuvny on the hit Showtime series Californication. I’m sure that’s not where the quote originated but its meaning is all the same: ejecting toxic materials, whether they be physical or metaphorical, from the self to clear the mind, cheat death, and ward off insanity. I suppose that’s how writers stay sane and exactly what I was doing in my last post. I got the poison out, healthily and indirectly…
You see, for a long time
I dream of killing you, my hands entwined around your pale throat, veins bulging from your face like writhing worms, blood vessels bursting lightning strikes across the whites of your eyes as the last breath escapes your cold lips. You are the inheritor of my vengeance, the murderer of my innocence, the keeper of the key to my prison of rage. Fury flows like fire through my veins at the faintest whisper of your name just as a spell from a wizard’s lips ignites the æther into being.
You’ll never know the sting of an empty home, the
I’ve meant to post this story for a few weeks now, and I’m glad I finally found the time to do so. This is one of those stories that you tell your friends about other people and say things like, “My child knows better than to do something like that” or “I can’t imagine what else goes on inside that home.” Well as it turns out, this story is about my family. Yup, that’s right. Today until the end of forever, we are that family.
This story starts out like any other story
Well, I turned in my last assignment for my BFA in Creative Writing last night, and I can honestly say that it feels like the world has lifted from my shoulders and opened up in front of me. It’s like my entire body sighed all at once, and then I realized I can finally hunker down on those huge projects that have been on the back burner for so long… Welcome back, World! I saved you a seat on my shoulders just in case you decided to return.
It’s okay. Life wouldn’t be worth much if you didn’t have personal goals to achieve or surpass. The past two-and-a-half years