June 2011
1 post
May 2011
1 post
One day
I will understand,
I hope,
why you and I,
are you and I.
It’s not an easy answer.
That much I know.
Easy would be
understanding,
and trusting,
and accepting.
We don’t,
often,
do these things.
Except,
that’s not true.
We trust,
in the important things,
but not
the little.
We accept
the other as an individual,
but not
in disagreement.
And we...
August 2010
18 posts
A Second Letter from Ms. Darton
January 3, 2018 Daniel Bradford 83 Kenyon Street Hartford, CT 06105
Dear Mr. Daniel B.,
I was very surprised both to receive your letter and at its content. It is very rare for an author to personally write back to a fan. I mean, everyone, in their own lives, is busy, but you know how it normally is with authors (It’s a ‘there’s a lot of us and only one of them’ kind of thing). I am also...
A Response from Mr. Daniel B.
December 23, 2017 Maggie Darton 13 Watch Hill East Greenwich, RI 02818
Dear Miss Maggie Darton,
Let me begin by wishing you a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year (this is the part where I pray you celebrate Christmas and will not hate me if you do not).
I have mixed feelings (as I do with every fan) about your enjoyment, or perhaps a better word, affection for my book. As I am sure you...
Sometimes I sit and wonder. I think about the sky and the stars. Sometimes, silly things, like, why are they up so high? Is it to make me feel smaller? To appreciate the vastness of the world around me? Did God decide that the sky and the stars must be so far out of reach as to make one feel their tininess? Or was it done to make us reach and want to reach for something we can never touch?
...
A Letter from Mr. Daniel B.
January 10, 2018
Maggie Darton 13 Watch Hill East Greenwich, RI 02818
Dear Miss Maggie Darton,
I feel I must confess to some momentary expression of excitement upon finding a somewhat familiarly addressed envelope waiting for me in my mailbox (and the ‘momentary’ is by no means a reflection upon yourself, but rather to confess to more would be highly unadvisable and probably...
A Letter from Ms. Darton
December 13, 2017
Daniel Bradford
83 Kenyon Street
Hartford, CT 06105
Dear Mr. Daniel B.
I read your book today. I was so moved by it that when I finally finished reading it, I knew I had to write to you. It is not very often that I come across something that can make me feel what your book did. I am truly awed by your writing.
I cannot place why, but there is something about your story that...
There was a softness here. A softness she had never known before. It was as if all the harsh lines of life had been erased. There were no shadows, no darkness lining the images. But there was light. It was impossible. How could there be light with no shadows? But there she stood, and there were none. She couldn’t remember. What she couldn’t remember she did not know. All she did know...
Fine
I’m fine.
Of course, I’m fine.
Just fine.
I’m always fine.
I mean I have to be.
You can’t control every little
goddamn situation,
if you’re not fine.
You can’t be the oldest sister
if you are not fine.
You can’t do your hair
and brush your teeth
or sing along to your favorite song
if you’re not fine.
So I’m fine.
/
I want to be...
Are you even listening?
Why won’t you answer me?
I mean, will you just turn around and-
Fuck you
Go to hell
And fuck you.
I’m not going to waste my time
on some low-life piece of shit
who has no idea
No clue as to
What the fuck is going on in this-
I’m sorry.
I am. Really.
No. Please.
Just listen to me.
I just want to help.
I lo-
Look. Everyday, I look out that...
I come from a world vastly different from the one you stand in. Where life seems unvariably easy and the simpleminded prevail. I come from a world where tolerance is preached from the slums to the country clubs, yet acceptance is rarely seen. A world where we protest war and demand peace, yet in order for a movie to be deemed entertaining it must contain an appropriate amount of violence. Where we...
COTTON CANDY ICE CREAM! MY DAY JUST GOT BETTER
catdomination:
Breaking Benjamin -Breath
I hope the world never runs out of dragons. Can you imagine how terrible that would be? What would happen to all the damsels in distress? How would a young man ever prove himself courageous or in love? If there were no more dragons, what would the children play at? You can’t pretend to be a knight going off to destroy the terrifying bunny. That’s just silly. The world would be a...