More and more people gather in the distance as I tighten my grasp by digging my fingers even deeper into the dirt. I’m on the edge of a cliff, well, actually I’m over the edge as I am dangling dangerously above an abyss that seems limitless – all I can make out as I nervously … More Bi-Weekly-Something Loss | The Purple Parachute
afraid of the lightsgoing outeverything growingsilent in peacewhile I lay imprisonedtied down by my personal phantomsalone in a world thatdoesn’t feel mine Elle Vampa – Afraid of the Lights Considering how I am an unfortunate acquaintance of insomnia, it must not be hard for you to imagine the stress and anxiety feeding into my fears … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Sleepless In Loserville
even if allhope is deadin the endstart anew andtake a breathfeel aliveand say helloto 2025 Happy New Year everyone! Make 2025 the best one yet :) I’m pulling one over Life, as I’ve decided to write a book. Well, a collection of poems more like. It’s going to be called Solitude in Red and will … More Poem | Alive
time lostis time wonfor time travelsaround likethe sun nothing lostnothing gainedthat is the waynature worksits magic growing olderis growing wiseradding rings toyour inner treeof life time wonis time lost but what is lostwill find its wayback to youin time Elle Vampa It’s that time of year again: the cold outside is crispy, the trees are … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Loser Of Time
changeis comingwill pass byand not look twicebefore you retrace your stepsit strikes anew forit is comingaround againchange Elle Vampa Change. It’s making me exhausted. Here’s a list of recent rapid changes: My dad’s health. About which I wrote this post.He’s been checked and thankfully it’s not Alzheimer’s disease. He has/had a bladder-issue; couldn’t empty it … More At A Loss For Change
The Day Before The bus is laden with good vibes all round yet I cannot help but stare out of the window, sulking. I thought I’d never need a bib again after my infancy, but here I am: on a bus driving through France, in order to pick one up. One that has my name … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Le Loser En Français
Ideas? Check. Plans? Check. Execution? Pleaso do! Ugh. I’m over this. What is WRONG with me? Is it the hormones again? Ugh. It’s probably the hormones again. I bet the world will stop spinning if that B6 supplement actually works… Ugh. Why can’t I stop saying “ugh”? Ugh. It’s Monday evening and I’ve just royally … More Old Tricks In A New Week
Startled, I stop joining the duct tape and the cardboard box into holy matrimony (“thou shall now forever stick together”) and squint at my boss. A dark shadow figure in an open sunny doorway. “Are you done already with the meeting?” I ask, confused. That was quick! He replies, seemingly as startled as yours truly: … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Failure Included
Ingredients: One mother Two days Three hospitals Recipe For Instant Failure: Take an arbitrary week, one that is filled with appointments, work, and more chores than imagination can take you.NOTE: do not attempt in a quiet week; recipe will NOT work! Mix ingredients, starting with one mother. The order in which to add remaining ingredients … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Recipe For Failure
Out of nowhere, I flail my trustworthy sword at the unwilling, impenetrable wall and… Break it. This time I actually break it. A little out of breath, but more so surprised at my own actions and strength, I watch the dark blue bricks falter under the impact of the hit. It starts with a crack … More Flailing In Love
