The snow is falling in silver and gold, part of us never grows old.

Can’t you feel it?

The magic unfolding?...

I’m sorry I’ve been away.

I wish I had something to say.

But I always want to be profound just for the hell of it.

The art of the self should be enough for us, you know?

Keep the critic quiet, she’s been at the wheel for long enough, let her go.

And just make a wish for yourself that you can stop being a user of that drug called doubt.

When it stops you from feeling, it’s time to get to get it out...

Rigor mortis had already set in, but I managed to wrestle her fingers open.

The hand writing was smudged and illegible in places, but it was evidence enough.

Evidence that this friend of mine was not beloved by everyone, No tip of the hat, no kiss of the ring.

Just a knife to the heart, we trick ourselves into thinking that we are immortal. Not true.

What this fine lady had written on the crumpled...

Someone told me that the house was hungry when I was little.

Little dead things lived up in the attic room and would know if I I tried to get inside.

In two years I had never thought about going into that house, until my dog pulled away from me when I was walking her. I thought she would come back if I was persistent enough, I was wrong, no matter how many times I called her name she wouldn’t come...

I thought my plan was perfect. I thought no one would know..

I thought the gold was mine, but this isn’t my show.

The Mystery Van will be in my nightmares for years,

There isn’t much to do now but cry out all my tears.

Trading stories with the others of our failures and fears.

But how did they know?

How did I blow it?

Was it the dog that made me sink so low?

Was that what got in the way?

All I kn...

I live for Sumo, no question.

Everyone tells me that my dreams of being a Sumo wrestler are the stupidest things they’ve ever heard.

But I’ve wanted to do it ever since I participated in the foreign exchange program at my school and got to go to Japan for six months last year.

My name is John Bloom, my and I’m not going to apologize for loving Sumo, like I did before.

And when Sam texted me and t...

Show me everything you think I am, and I will show you who you are.

The seeds that made me so bizarre? Well they were sewn by you.

The train car I was thrown from has been abandoned, long-ago.

I know what I was supposed to be, But it gave up the ghost before the orchids came into view.

Shiny red apples, shiny green apples.

“Shiny red apples are we!” But I will not sing your fight song for I do not...

I never thought I would get married, before him at least.

I met Sam Bloom at the Boston public library one year ago today

He had a bunch of sci-fi paperbacks stuffed under one arm, coffee in his free hand.

We got to talking about books and... Sam left the library with my name and number written in pink gel pen on the side of that paper coffee cup.

I had made the “O” in Robin into a smiley-face [Cu...