August 2011
26 posts
I Remember →
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color–no more than the sand was a color and we had worn our bare feet bare since the twentieth of June and there were times we forgot to wind up your alarm clock and some nights we took our gin warm and neat from old jelly glasses while the...
July 2011
48 posts
Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and...
– Arnold Bennett
Splitscreen: A Love Story
by JW Griffiths
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the...
– Carrie Ryan
We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone...
– Dr. Seuss
When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line...
– Cynthia Heimel