I lose the words that should be expressed on saucers of joy,
And count the days until separation means necessities rule.
For a time you walked into the shade when light seemed opposable,
But toothaches create a certain wisdom in my solar plexus.
When returning to the ground I grant three wishes of my own,
Not forever, or temporarily used– time floats on dimension undisclosed.
The sound of … [continue]
In an attempt to move towards areas of literary usefulness, I offer the reader “love”. Yes, “love”, the very word that triggers a spectrum of reactions, both good and bad, we only wish we could control through sanity and beer. We cannot. Love is stronger than beer, more complex than beer, and knows not of sanity. Beer … [continue]
Every so often the editors of Receiving Me? will reprint an article or editorial from our archives that reflects on the news of the day. Today we bring the readers this editorial debate from 1000000 BC.
We Must Find Common Ground With the Hill People
By Fall-wind-that-shakes-the-acorn
Ladies and gentlemen of … [continue]
6:15 am, Somewhere on the eastern seaboard – The hot yellow glare penetrating these stubbornly closed sticky eyelids indicates that the sun is now fully above the horizon. This bed seems unusually sticky and gritty, as do these clothes, which it must be noted are the same ones worn yesterday. Birds have been singing for the last half hour … [continue]
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Look, I knew they were going to lose, I just didn’t think it would be in that way. Going out there and showing no heart, just letting that group of bozos step all over your pride like that. That’s why I’m telling you, this team will never win, not so long as those penny-pinching bastards are running the show. I … [continue]
Philadelphia, PA - In a center city apartment a man sat quietly drinking beer and eating olives spiced with red pepper. He had already watched the total destruction of the Flyers at the hand of the Pittsburgh Penguins and was now watching Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead. It’s a movie about shame and failure on a catastrophic … [continue]
Hello my gleaming friend. I appreciate you passing through the ancient canopy above to bath me in your light. These old bones, those that haven’t ossified, do appreciate the warmth. It’s been long since I had a visitor, so even one so quiet as yourself is welcome. It seems that the outside world no longer has need of one who … [continue]
I have, of late, been contemplating several ridiculous aspects of life– specifically, my life. Being dangerously close to the big “3″ “0″, and having acquired no real means of financial or emotional autonomy, is nerve racking at best and suicidal at worst. Thus far, I have managed to escape the “worst”, but if you happen to notice words in … [continue]
Really, I’d forgotten. I mean, I did get a lovely card from your sister, but I know how busy you are, what, with whatever it is you do down in the basement. It’s enough that you thought to bring me these flowers that you picked from the front yard. Ooh, look this one still has the roots attached. I’ll just … [continue]
