Zein

After that, I couldn't look at the sunset for the longest time. Since it was winter, I'd walk home from work as the day was ending and every time I'd wish for an overcast day, or better yet, for rain. Instead of taking the shortcut across the water front, I'd hunch over and sulk through bitter alleyways littered with Starbucks and McDonalds bags and coffee cups.

These days I became more and more lost, walking circles that lead to Winnipeg heroin and lake side LSD. I let them take me away to dreams in damp clouds and sun dogs, of diamond dust and blanketing night skies.

-Frank Blanc


I like the cold because it hits me like a good punch. The rain itches as each bullet fails to break the skin. Sunshine picks at the skin hoping to peel some away. And heat is a suffocating quilt that can't be thrown off.

I don't understand credentials. I want to read John Varley. There is a list of people who won't be missed. Some buildings would float away if their sails were even bigger.

In two weeks, trees will fall. They will be replaced by quiet misunderstandings.

There is no yes or no or maybe, only I love you as I love everything else. How is that special?