With only fifteen minutes to live, this is the story that I had to tell. Day 1 of the #Trust30 Ralph Waldo Emerson “Self-Reliance” Project.
With only fifteen minutes to live, this is the story that I had to tell. Day 1 of the #Trust30 Ralph Waldo Emerson “Self-Reliance” Project.
My friend Catherine’s amazing expat+HAREM post “Death at a distance”, one of the most powerful essays I have ever read, has left me processing a great deal of unresolved grief.
My review of the tragic “Assassination Of Marilyn Monroe”.
My reflections on Miep Gies’ death as well as Wendy Soltero’s would-be 32st birthday.
Many of the things that I did in the Naughts Decade. I probably left out a bunch, but anyway.
When I first moved to Europe going on seven years ago I was bummed that I felt they didn’t really celebrate Halloween, American style. Dressing up, spider webs, pumpkin carving, creepy music, Trick-or-Treating…Halloween was always my most favourite holiday. I love costumes and basically will use any excuse whatsoever to dress up. Movie premieres, themed…
America, I trusted you with my life and you stole my innocence. America, no dollars nor credit card cents, October 28, 2000. I can’t stand my own memories. America, when will you end your genocides? Go fuck yourself with your right to bear arms. My uterus has been poisoned since your doctors put their hands…
Here in Europe we have this amazing cream called Bepanthen that is phenomenal for healing wounds without any resulting scarring. Doesn’t matter how you got the wound, scrape, burn, but if you use Bepanthen on it you absolutely will not scar. I got to thinking that maybe forgiveness is like that cream. If you don’t…
Written on a postcard of a police case file box: You bring me closer to closure. ♥ Z Where a stamp could go but now it says “CLOSED”: Philadelphia September 3, 2009 Every time.
dear wendy, i need your help, my friend. i still have days where i wished i could have come with you and i still have these thoughts that this is the easiest thing to do. i have been so sad and disappointed at the realisation of jonathan brandis’ death, in those moments i couldn’t understand…
written on a blade of grass vertically, following the lines of the veins: i miss you.say hi to wendy for me, would you please?by the root it says:thoiry, francemay 1, 2006it’s melancholy how the realisation of one loss sparks the emotion of all the rest.
written on empty blotter paper for acid tabs it’s all blank space except for the madness it left you with: it still upsets me that you also took your life. where i would make sure there are no drugs in your reach:thoiry, francemay 1, 2006i am thinking about jonathan brandis who also died by his…
written on a postcard with a picture of the movie poster for ‘the neverending story part 2′ on the blank space that has a grayscale image of the ivory tower: why didn’t you stay with us?i never got to tell you that were my first love.where i don’t need to put a stamp because you…
written on the last pages of a blue and white covered journal made of recycled paper from india, with a free tibet sticker on the front. the last two pages are blank for some reason and i write: there is something to be said for keeping the past in the pastwhere there is no point…
written on a black velvet postcard in the blank space which is also black, but where i write with silver ink: your presence in my life brings hysterical blindness.i don’t like it, even less than i like you.where there is no need for a stamp because like God, you are everywhere:april 16, 2006granada, spaini need…