Posts Tagged ‘place’

No Place

April 25, 2017

No Place

He hadn’t shaved in days. The smell on his body was unmistakable. He hadn’t taken any showers lately.  His tan jacket was too big for him; he had lost a lot of weight. His trousers needed a better belt. He talked about the old days and how things had been good for him back then. It wasn’t so long ago—maybe 3 or 4 years. He couldn’t remember; he thought it had been in 2012 0r 2013. His voice broke a few times, recalling people no longer around. No one dear lived near him. They were somewhere else; they were in a place he couldn’t even dream of reaching.





Place, My Place

February 10, 2017


A Place, a place with a capital P. No one knows the importance of Place better than the homeless. Finding a place to live, a roof over one’s head is important, often more than important. It can be a matter of life and death. My heart is in agony, sheer agony. I cannot afford the street, the sidewalk, and I cannot afford a roof. The first is cold and stiff and the other has to have lots and lots of dollars attached to it. I look for answers. I have been looking for answers for years. I have found nothing.





July 25, 2016


Yes, out. That’s right. I need an out. I need to push myself out of the quandary, out of the situation. It is hard, often extremely hard. I can express my feelings now because I am calmer, but when I was in the thick of things, I couldn’t think straight. I sincerely couldn’t. I see, I look around me and I can’t believe what I see. It is chaos. It is living in some nowhere place.








The Story

July 31, 2012

 The Story

Someone is searching for who knows what. There is something missing from her life, but she can’t put a finger on it. Still, the hole is there and it hurts. It eats away at her. She is confused and frustrated. What amI doing wrong, she asks. One day, as if by some miracle, she gets to go to a place where the lights shine most of the time. The sense of belonging, maybe belonging, even if she is a foreigner and an outsider, make her happy. She starts dreaming again and the feelings she had not allowed herself to feel come back. She knows passion. She knows love. Not everything is perfect. In this new world, the young woman learns that there is no such thing as a perfect anything. But the deep love is there and she does not want to let go. She would love for her place to be there, in this place with magic, with tenderness and warmth.

The Other Place

December 13, 2008

Friday, December 12, 2008: This is a home. The other place is not a home. The other place is whatever, but it’s not a house, a place to really stay around. And I’m going back tomorrow.


April 14, 2008

Monday, April 14, 2008: I have a new deadline. Between today and June. That’s all the time I have to find a place to live with almost no money. Feels very stressful. And scary.