Works in Progress



I’ve been doing more thinking about writing than actually writing, and I’ve been looking back at several things I’ve written. There isn’t much incentive to start something completely new, mostly because I have zero new ideas, but also because my mind keeps cycling the old stories and characters through my head. They still fascinate me.

So I figure that if I can revisit one (or more?) of them, it might give me more incentive to continue to write (or at least make my existing writing better), and it will make my characters shut up because they will finally get much-needed attention.

Continue reading “Reissue of THE ARCHIVES”
The Archives

THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 110

The Meaning

But the bigger part of me
called me to keep everything.
I laid the different things I’d collected
all over the floor of my room
and pondered them.
They were like a puzzle
but without jigsaw edges.
Nothing seemed to fit together,
but I know it all does—it all will someday.
From the crumpled absentee sheets
to the front page torn from a library book
that screams a giant spoiler:
It all means something.
Everything here has meaning—or it did have meaning
for a little while.
I’ll find the meaning.

Return to Chapter 109 | Read Chapter 111
The Archives

THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 109

Love Note

When Liz left,
I took out all the things I’d collected—
the mementos of my school.
I still have the paper with
scribbled all over it.
I have a love note I found in the hall.
Hey baby whats up or
Not much here just chillin and feeling
really bad… I treated you like shyt
on Friday…

I think he got it and threw it away
because it was crumpled up,
scrawled in red pen,
so I could barely read it.
Maybe I should throw
this stuff away.

Return to Chapter 108 | Read Chapter 110
The Archives

THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 108

Not a Kleptomaniac

The concept of fancy dresses
made me nervous.
“Not really,” I said.
“You’re right,” said Liz.
“Pink’s not your color.”
She stuffed the pictures back
in her purse, and sauntered down
the hall like it was her house
and not mine.
She immediately spotted my room
and opened the door.
Her instant appraisal bothered me.
“Hm,” she said, “for some reason,
I thought you’d have a ton of papers
lying around. To be honest, I thought
you were one of those
kleptomaniac people or something.”
If she was looking for the archives,
did she really think I’d just leave them
sitting out?

Return to Chapter 107 | Read Chapter 109