Entries By Gwen
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signals
Signals, like traffic lights inform us what comes next. Go? Stop? Wait? Speed up? Interpretation is always subjective to perception. Whether or not a correct interpretation exists is dependent on one’s expected outcome.
Posted By Gwen On 03.07.2013 @ 7:46 am
claims
she claims that the only thing she did last night was go downstairs and have a drink, but the evidence proves otherwise. the funny thing about her story is, if she went to have a drink at nine fifteen pm than how would that explain the ace hardware receipt that fell from her purse? You see, the time her items were purchased from the store was nine seventeen pm. The closest hardware store to her house is at least 45 minutes away.
Posted By gwen On 02.06.2013 @ 4:29 pm
compass
she went north her mother had told her to find a man, find a job she found a threadbare rug
in the winter, she missed gathering dinner but she settled with what she was given and finished her sweet-pea soup like a good girl
Posted By gwen On 01.12.2013 @ 3:04 pm
sate
All the take-away shops are shut. Google is, as always, an option but the effort … The fridge contains an apple, two onions, and an empty box containing a single scrape of can’t-believe-it’s-not-butter. You could make a virtue of necessity – go to bed, meditate on today’s negative calorie count – but you haven’t the energy. You go to bed anyway.
Posted By gwen On 12.20.2012 @ 6:10 am
local
sun setting on a patch of grass the music from a bar
a girl whose shirt doesn’t fit
Posted By gwen On 11.26.2012 @ 1:24 pm
sun setting on a patch of grass the music from a bar
a girl who’s shirt doesn’t fit
Posted By gwen On 11.26.2012 @ 1:20 pm
institutions
lines of white and black rumpled ties and socks and shirttails the hidden secrets of dark eyes as they size up the prey
Posted By gwen On 11.16.2012 @ 12:49 pm
employees
measured
He had barely measure the distance between them when she got up and walked backwards out the door.
Posted By Gwen On 11.15.2012 @ 5:52 am
she is cut in small segments divided as an ant is into thorax abdomen and anxieties
she cries.
Posted By gwen On 11.14.2012 @ 1:31 pm
somebody
somebody is some one who’s made an impression upon another. i am a “somebody”.
Posted By Gwen On 11.13.2012 @ 1:33 am
draw
I draw the absence of light I draw the absence of day I draw in my breath at the absence of air
where
can you be?
Posted By gwen On 11.12.2012 @ 8:51 am
themselves
they were themselves, two humans crying over semi decimal points and observations of boys and fruits they were as soft and lonely as two grains of rice
Posted By gwen On 11.08.2012 @ 1:46 pm
bury
He watches the coffin lowering into the hole, and there is rain coming down, scattering across the mahogany surface like pebbles. The stench of dirt and grass and his sister’s stockings is in his nostrils, but his face is blank, devoid, and he can think of no reaction that could match the quiet tears of the crowd, because he’s alone now, really, and his sister has a run in her stocking.
Posted By Gwen On 10.15.2012 @ 8:35 pm
fresh
delicious and crisp, like a morning at the beach. New and unblemished. Up for grabs. Not left out to rot. Not forgotten
Posted By gwen On 10.10.2012 @ 12:29 pm
scene
She made a scene. It wasn’t a huge, all-out-in-the-light-of-day temper tantrum, but she was determined to make her exasperation clear to anyone within remote earshot.
Posted By Gwen On 10.05.2012 @ 7:23 pm
help
Fear and desperation. The wanting for assistance in either an everyday task or a difficult journey. One of the most important aspects of life itself. Pain. Admittance to the need for human interaction. A major component of everyday life, either for a poor man or a rich man.
Posted By Gwen On 09.26.2012 @ 3:59 pm
blindness
Blindness is for people who are close-minded and can’t see the beauty the world has to offer. Some people are more blind than others. I think love is blindness. That is why it is best to stay away from it.
Posted By Gwen On 09.16.2012 @ 3:40 am
detention
Detention is a funny thing. Some people enjoy the feeling of “bad assness” that comes with being there. Some hate it so much. Some are not even meant to be there, but have simply been in an unfortunate spot at the wrong time.
Posted By Gwen On 07.06.2012 @ 7:07 pm
fractures
My heart is in fractuures, not the kind you can set or fix either. Pieces went everywhere, I’ll never get them all back. Maybe I’m not supposed to.
Posted By Gwen On 06.22.2012 @ 5:28 am
temper
sometimes i lose my temper. hot like temperature. tamper with my feelings. temperment. temperpedic matress. temporal bone. temper.
Posted By Gwen On 03.25.2012 @ 5:49 pm
ants
Picnics, summer fun, they have a job and a purpose, just please don’t eat my sandwich. I can’t wait for summer!
Posted By Gwen On 02.17.2012 @ 6:57 am
clue
Get one…need one…need a direction. Think I’m figuring it out. The clue is in my heart. Has been all along.
Posted By Gwen On 02.15.2012 @ 6:11 am
wagon
I once saw a little red wagon; it was not very special in any way; it was rusted and banged up; but it was a Flyer which made it special. But it had another special feature it was magical.
Posted By Gwen On 02.01.2012 @ 11:32 am
plans
you said you had plans for me. big ones. the two of us, together, taking on the world. but this long distance thing is starting to be a little too difficult. why can’t you come get me already? or at least a visit?
but i’m waiting. i’ll be waiting. i’m not going anywhere without you.
but please make it soon.
Posted By gwen On 01.25.2012 @ 7:37 am
hinge
it all hinges on this. whether or not the rain stops is irrelevant. the book store — it’s too full for us. but if you don’t say a word — all of this means nothing.
it’s up to you now. it doesn’t matter what happens next, as long as something does. and it’s your move.
come on. just one word isn’t that hard to say. three words would be better.
Posted By gwen On 01.24.2012 @ 1:51 am
relate
relating. i don’t think i do it very well. i’m not the empathic type that can look you in the eyes and understand immediately. it usually takes me some awkwardness and a few stumbled sentences to even begin to sympathize.
Posted By gwen On 10.21.2011 @ 12:34 am
dense
it was a long long evening, and leigh couldn’t bring herself to eat the bread her roommate had just made her. It was too dense. She couldn’t even muster up the energy to get off the couch, let alone chew at the hunk of risen dough for minutes on end.
Posted By gwen On 09.28.2011 @ 6:36 pm
preoccupied
i am busy. i like monkeys. i don’t exactly know how to spell monkies plurally. look i spelled it wrong again. i am a stickler for grammar. sudden;y i just thought of graham crackers. this is so fun, like that spongebob show episode thing. yea…i don’t know goodbye.
Posted By Gwen On 09.24.2011 @ 10:33 pm
