We’ve been 500 days in the Lonely Place, or 20.8 seconds. Which is more important?
In a Lonely Place on 12-18-2019
Some days I find it immensely difficult to say or think anything about a world altered only by 1/24th of a second from yesterday, about which I could have written paragraphs. So don’t blame the world.
In a Lonely Place on 12-14-2019
At a certain point, the cigarettes cease to exist. This is the place you are meant to be.⠀
In a Lonely Place on 12-11-2019
I look at the configuration of their fingers and think: he’s got her right where he wants her now.
In a Lonely Place on 12-02-2019
If this experiment is teaching me anything, other than how to further refine one’s own stubbornness, it’s that when you give yourself all the time in the world, you’re obliged to become introspective. Everything you see becomes a mirror of…
In a Lonely Place on 12-01-2019
No, I will go. I will speak. I will plunge headlong into this moment that, at the very worst, is only me: “Gloria…. Gloria. I…had to say something. Otherwise your cheek, that shadow on your cheekbone, that shadow was going…
In a Lonely Place on 11-30-2019
Shall we attempt a line or two? Her eyes are closed in concentration, ready for the message. Do I dare disturb the universe? Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have…
In a Lonely Place on 11-23-2019
In avoiding knowledge of what he’s saying into her ear by writing about everything around it, allowing myself distractions, am I avoiding the most important message I’m meant to hear? Or am I eliminating hiding places, assimilating every peripheral element…
In a Lonely Place on 11-21-2019
The lines on the silk of her dress now flow towards Bogie. You are what you wear.
In a Lonely Place on 11-20-2019
His smoke has formed the letters “An”, and into her ear he speaks, “…Anthology of a thousand and one champagne bottles emptied in succession into a b….” Our words come from places we rarely glimpse and never truly understand.⠀