Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Month: July 2007
Small madness.
Last week was a weird few days, culminating in drinking too much and having a bit of a freak out. I know – me – freaking out – can you believe it? Anyhow, I’m better now. Still having weird dreams and some annoying obsessive… Continue Reading “Small madness.”
Monday unfurling.
It certainly feels like Monday, what with the rain and all, but according to Environment Canada the weather is looking up and up as of this evening or tomorrow. Sunny skies, warmer temperatures, and I’ve got my car back so I can get out… Continue Reading “Monday unfurling.”
No, actually, I don't feel like it.
For the record (and this is not poetic in the slightest). I am tired of always doing the right thing. I wish I was meaner, or less empathic. I want to be harder and able to turn away. I am exhausted by my own… Continue Reading “No, actually, I don't feel like it.”
Walking through.
Some weeks I have so much to say that I can’t help but spill line after line, an unbroken textual flow onto paper and screen. And then there are other times where I feel the enclosure around my heart go rigid, the snaking wire… Continue Reading “Walking through.”
Grey.
Perhaps it’s hormones. Perhaps it’s the return of the rain. Whatever it is, I am grey today. Flat, grey, weathered. I feel trapped in the city without a car and I need to get the fuck out of it soon. I think the last… Continue Reading “Grey.”
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