mjhea0

My struggles with Social Anxiety - and more

Saturday, August 28, 2010

suicide flakes

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Out of flakes, I went to the store. "Sorry, sir," the clerk said, "we just sold the last box about an hour a go. You can ta...
Thursday, August 26, 2010

salaryman

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I follow the salaryman to the supermarket. He buys grapes and a gigantic fly swatter and pays with his ATM card. Then I follow him home, to ...

answers

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I caught the outer edge of the barn from my window. It was brown and faced the fields. I closed my eyes, seeing it again, as it blended with...
Monday, August 23, 2010

memories

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For a moment I visualized us resting side-by-side. Her tears had dried long ago. I felt her hand reach for mine, and then a smile appeared o...
Friday, August 20, 2010

our kiss

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If you could have seen my eyes, you would have seen pleasure and a breeze of browns and oranges, a whirlpool of color. The autumn motions co...

water as life

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Sometimes I like to picture myself living out a novel. In this novel, I'm not a protagonist or an antagonist. I just am. And at the end ...
Tuesday, August 17, 2010

after all

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It's late. At the beach I hold your hand. We walk along the water for nearly an hour. Listening to the rain. You tell me you haven'...
Saturday, August 14, 2010

awareness

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While in line at the bank, a man pulled me aside. He had on a dark suit, and carried a briefcase in his right hand. "Look," he sai...
Tuesday, August 3, 2010

holism

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Part of this story comes from the thoughts I had during a sleep-wake state earlier this week ... In the center of town there was a statue...
Thursday, July 29, 2010

disappearing act

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Last night, as I was thinking about my last day of school, my thoughts digressed several times to the girlfriend I had at the time. I cared ...
Thursday, February 25, 2010

man vs. man: a play

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A man walks into a dinner, holding a gun. Man: Who do you love? (pointing a gun at another man) Another Man: I love her. (pointing at a ...
Saturday, February 20, 2010

me, disappeared

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In the morning, the roof of my house was gone. At least I can see the sky, I thought. It's going to be a wonderful day. The sun was br...
Friday, February 19, 2010

janitor speak

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Scrapping the blood from the cracks in the floor, I see you for the first time. I'm afraid you won't like me but I talk to you anywa...
Thursday, February 18, 2010

noise missions

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I don't like the Mission. At the end of the day, as I'm walking home, I hear noises. Strange noises. When I look around, for the str...

winter light

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Your voice found its way to me, keeping me awake. You said, "I can't sleep without you." I heard birds calling out to me in th...

hide and seek

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Hiding. We're downstairs in your parent's basement. It's dark. "We're safe when the lights are off," you say. ...

my father, the ghost

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One day my mom takes me downtown to the bank to meet my father, the banker. He smiles when he sees us. Son, my bank has more money than any ...

woman of the day

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I'm a man, and I have needs. Yesterday, I'm walking to work. The sky is blue and looks like the sky. The grass is green, looking lik...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010

what i say to myself: a love story

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Walking down Haight Street. After grabbing a chocolate croissant, I talk to a bum about heaven and finding the path of least resistance. I g...

smashed, unsmashed, resmashed

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My cell phone and a five dollar bill are on the nightstand. Putting them both in my pocket, I think really hard about the nightstand. I hate...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010

new years eve confused

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Front row seats for new years eve. Waiting for the fireworks. You show up sometime after nine. I call you Lily. "Lily," I say, ...

really, really grown up

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First day of work. You wear jeans and roll a tight spliff on the bus while the other commuters stare at you. You smile proudly. I got a job ...

clouds and other things unseen

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1. Your dad waited for you at the bus stop. 2. You spotted him a block away, but decided to get off anyway. You ran in the opposite direct...
Friday, February 12, 2010

the golden rule

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While waiting for the bell to ring, I decide to eat somebody. I pick Jenny. Come with me Jenny, I say. I have to show you something. W...
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