Monet Dagne
I write to live and I live to write
Monet Dagne
I write to live and I live to write
I write to live and I live to write
I write to live and I live to write
Generally I see nothin. A car goes by, a strange pedestrian, but nothin of notice. Generally I spend my time fighting the urge to look at my phone to day dream. On the black and white screens with that cheap security camera footage is the sidewalk outside the bank. Then there’s the main entrance two large heavy doors and the back. I often fight the images of strange things happening. If you stare...
I had a dream once. That the man I loved was married, and I knew it and ignored it the whole time. Then I saw his beautiful kind wife and his blond little girl holding a blanket and then I felt it in my stomach. He was married. Then I felt sick and guilty and wanted him to leave me alone, look at the family you have! How can you pursue me?!
When I woke up I panicked, still thinking he was marri...
Under the many moons of our world I forced my mind to memorize each one. I knew I would never see them again. I looked at each plant and flower and hoped to never forget each one.
I could take nothing to this new planet. I could barely take myself. If I contaminated anything I would be murdered publicly as a warning to everyone else.
I thought of my parents and how I was leaving them behind. My ...
“In the morning... it will be better. I promise”
“ You can’t promise that. Lying to me won’t fix anything.”
“ It can’t get worse. I hope”
“Well don’t jinx it. Listen I love you but I refuse to hold these secrets any longer. It’s burden I can’t carry I just-“
“ No don’t say that. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. Just wait till morning please.”
“ I can’t. I won’t. I’m sorry you just know too much...
In the City of Sails they have quite traditional values. There is no room to grow. Quite literally. The women cook and then men fish and that is how it goes.
In the City of Sails all the children have ever known is the swaying of the sea. The only bird they have ever heard is seagulls speak.
And in the night, when they dream, they see fantastic things like deer and maybe trees.
The elderly in ...
She broke her wrist, I was right there I saw it happen. She broke her wrist and instead of screaming or crying she just kept gasping as if air had lost all oxygen. She looked at me and then her wrist and then she started sobbing. This was the calm part of that day, when my eyes could still see and stay in one place at a time. As she was sobbing everyone rushed around her making a spectacle of it t...
I’ve been thinking about a life without you. The return to loneness. I think it would change me to continue this journey alone again.
I remember it. How it was before, the earthquakes. I remember the never ending roll of the ground below me, the instability, the clinging to ghosts and fragile china.
Then I met you and the ground only rumbled never roared. And you stood unafraid unyielding and sh...