Monthly Archives: October 2018
Blog Anniversary
WordPress thoughtfully notified me this morning that today is the eighth year anniversary of my swelling underground classic blog, Bourbon Apocalypse. (I will go to my grave proud of that name.) Eight years. I remember that day–surprisingly, given the amount … Continue reading
Rainy Days and Bad Desires
Today’s mood: Hey, little girl, is your daddy home? … Continue reading
eBook in the Works
I have finished–to the degree that a perfectionist writer like myself can ever finish–the first of five short stories, originally planned for a collection of ten. However, I will release the first five as a separate volume. These stories are … Continue reading
The Sense of Unhappiness
The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is … Continue reading
Today’s mood: Drink up, baby, stay up all night With the things you could do You won’t but you might The potential you’ll be That you’ll never see The promises you’ll only make Drink up with me now And forget … Continue reading
What I Think When I Walk by a Lake
Today has been one of the first days that has truly come across as a fall day in Mississippi. The undeniable beauty of October. Wanting to flee the commerce of the strip mall where I was enjoying coffee and flirting … Continue reading
Dual-Purpose Morrissey
When I was younger, I listened to The Smiths to prolong heartbreak because I used to luxuriate in sorrow. Older, I still listen to The Smiths– but to expedite the getting over a heartbreak process because I no longer have … Continue reading
You Know I Love It When the Music’s Bad
Listening to my Britpop playlist to distract me from having to thinking too heavily about what I am grading, this gem played. I was a huge fan of Garbage back in the 90s. Something about Shirley Manson’s in-your-face sexuality coupled … Continue reading
Sky Thrown into Convulsions
“In the darkness, her warm hand on my arm, I could watch the autumn sky thrown into convulsions of coloured light with the calm of someone for whom the whole unmerited pain of the human world had receded and diffused … Continue reading
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