I had a huge fight with my younger brother a few years ago. He was seventeen and about to graduate high school. He was in that place that seventeen year olds often are, where he couldn’t wait to get out of our parents’ house and into the world he was going to conquer, never looking back at our hometown. The

Today I bring you what I’m sure will only be the first post talking about weather. There are countless things about it that piss me off and set me into a ranting mood. We’ll begin with a few of the simple ones. Let’s start with meteorologists. I don’t know what their job truly entails. There is the suffix –ologist at the

I am going to tell you something that I’m not supposed to admit as a parent; I don’t know everything. I never have. I don’t know what to do about a lot of things. It’s scary when you reach adulthood and you realize that everyone is just making everything up as they go along. No one admits that because it’s

I can't be around you right now. I can't handle it. I just keep hearing the words that we both threw at each other last night and I can't stand to sit here and make small talk with everyone else like they weren’t all there, while those not so distant shouts echo in my mind. I can't be around you today, and tomorrow might

I love you because you aren't a person. You won't ask me how my day is or prattle on about yours. I love you even more when you have a mute button. I hate when you don't, because I'm afraid your voice is a bit irritating. But I would take your voice every day of the week if it means I can have one less painful human

I found where all my rage is kept

On the back of my skull

Slightly to the left….

I don’t know how to talk to you

Because you are human

And I have been stripped ...

I drifted into shadow

On the edge of consciousness

My body paralyzed...

I don’t know what to do

About the shape of you

The yawning chasm in my life...