End
in the end everything
a small selection of personal writings
in the end everything
“Join the Space Force, see the galaxy,” they said. “It’s glamorous,” they said. Yeah, well that may have been true once
“Darling, so good of you to call!” The agent hated these sorts of calls.
Mother’s bones. Oldest of the old. From here, you can see them, poking through her skin.
It was snowing, and both DJs had called in sick to the tiny radio station. “Put the emergency all-night tape on,” they said.
It's cold out here in the wasteland, but it was colder in the city.
I saw a dream. Actually saw what it looked like.
A unicycle mistress Once rode into my life.
When the time comes to move on I cling like seaweed to a rock
Our mother wears her jewelry, Her absinthe veils and topaz lights,