Entries By sea
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interest
He never thought about his interest in Alas. No, it just came in, like how a book’s pages fall once it’s dropped. But slow motion, definitely. Because he didn’t wake up one morning and, in one rush, decide that he thought of Alas in more than a friendly way. It happened with a gentle grace, page by page, chapter by chapter, luring him in.
Posted By Sea On 11.03.2012 @ 5:29 pm
fuses
are all blown, and i just can’t flip the breaker anymore. i’m sorry.
Posted By sea On 07.23.2012 @ 4:38 pm
persons
All persons are equal in a much deeper way than they can ever fight to be.
They are human.
They are people.
And people are all the same. Always.
Posted By Sea On 06.20.2012 @ 1:17 pm
Persons of teenage age tend to act and dress the same. They often speak the same and shop at the same stores, making cliques an inevitable thing. Their music taste is usually the only thing that causes them to differ, as dressing a certain way no longer means much in terms of sub cultures.
Posted By Sea On 06.20.2012 @ 1:14 pm
scarce
home. emptiness. newfie words. i want to go home i want to talk like this, i want my accent, i want to feel connected to the ground under my feet and smell the sea in the air.
no one in ontario says ‘scarce’. well, not often.
Posted By sea On 01.22.2012 @ 8:45 am
painted
this room, and i love it. who cares if it’s perfect? i’m not. why would my walls be? let me be.
Posted By sea On 06.06.2011 @ 7:28 pm
policy
Policy is really a boring word. I have nothing really to offer on that idea. Now if it was Police-y – the state of being in a police state… yeah, I’m just not getting it today… That aggressive mother was rather Polic-y with her children.
Posted By sea On 03.21.2011 @ 11:13 am
bee
I think that I shall never bee as happy as a flitting bee, much better than a mosquito, see, because mosquitos suck the life blood. Yet bees, so small, so full of power, help the trees and help the flower, make us run and jump and scream, the float around as in a dream. bees.
Posted By sea On 03.09.2011 @ 9:55 am
sports
sports are hard. but in order to be good at sports you have to practice everyday because practice makes perfect. i played some sports. cross country was my favorite sport but most people say running isn’t a sport. but my sport is your sports punishment.
Posted By SEA On 01.17.2011 @ 7:26 pm
willow
willows are white and fluffly..soft and pretty. willow trees are my favorite. i love the fireworks that look like willow trees, those are my favorite fireworks. i don’t have a lot to say about willows..
Posted By SEA On 12.07.2010 @ 7:03 pm
teeth
big and bright. big and white. sparkly and clean. toothbrushes and toothpaste. make sure you always brush your teeth! SMILE :D
Posted By SEA On 12.06.2010 @ 6:10 pm
lack
for lack of anything better to do, i figured i’d dare myself to do something that scary and delightful.
Posted By sea On 05.13.2010 @ 9:23 pm
chained
chained, stuck, trapped. we are encased by this flesh and bone. i feel claustrophobic.
Posted By sea On 05.04.2010 @ 7:30 pm
wig
her bubblegum pink wig sat haphazardly on her tiny head, the fringe shadowing eyes hooded with swollen kohl-lined lids.
Posted By sea On 04.11.2010 @ 9:43 pm
crow
crow black hair and crow black eyes. weathered lips and hands, and a pursed lip. she liked to ruffle feathers. she liked to cry real loud.
Posted By sea On 04.07.2010 @ 7:16 am
aware
I’ve always been aware that I was different. I always felt as though there was some sign on the top of my head, on my forehead to tell people that I was less than they. That I could be abused and neglected and discarded. I don’t know when this awareness first came about but it has stayed with me all my life. It is only now that I’ve become more comfortable in my own self.
Posted By Sea On 11.30.2008 @ 4:51 am
wade
The water was filthy. He waded through them anyway, only to find there was no way he could cross the river without drowning.
Posted By Sea On 05.18.2008 @ 12:23 pm
spot
spot the dot. dont let it rot. im on the spot. oh no! i like to trot, trot trot.
Posted By sea On 01.14.2010 @ 9:46 pm
transparent
There is dust on the window and I can barely see through it but I know it is still transparent. I know this because life has taught me certain inalienable truths that will always be true no matter what happens to our bodies and minds — they adhere to the laws of physics. I am lying in this hospital bed and I can no longer breathe on my own I cannot hold my children or touch my wife or breathe the same breath as her but just the same the sunlight shines through the window it is transparent it is fading away just like me
Posted By Sea On 11.29.2009 @ 8:35 pm
banjo
twang twang. The sunlight was making thick dense rays, shining through the dust on the porch. I wiped the dirt off of my glasses and I felt afraid, though I’m not sure why. Something about that house — the South — I don’t belong here
Posted By Sea On 11.25.2009 @ 7:39 pm
spotlight
standing there and the floor is dusty, like no one’s ever stood where I’m standing in a million years. And there’s lights shining bright in my eyes like little birds in those cartoons, you know? Real sweet. I try to open my mouth but then I look out into the audience and everyone I ever knew is sitting there, and I look down and — I don’t have any clothes on. Dear god, what is this? No scarf, no socks, just me and nothin’ to say
Posted By sea On 11.23.2009 @ 8:35 pm
mittens
It was cold outside. The snow fell softly, blanketing the hard ground below it. I put my mittens on my hands and got into the car. It still smelled like her. The shampoo she used for her hair, the detergent she used for her clothes–I could never tell exactly what it was, but it was beautiful. It was her.
Posted By Sea On 12.25.2009 @ 10:00 pm
