I’m waiting July 20, 2009

Help. I’m waiting for a sign.

no joke June 6, 2009

No joke, she be winsome, yo.

anymore January 2, 2009

ask you to December 29, 2008

I couldn’t ask you to wait

time September 29, 2008

time to trust and let go

how’d I know? August 28, 2008

it was your nostrils, my dear

it did August 24, 2008

it did make me laugh, though

memoir today July 7, 2008

big ball of human love mush

randomly, but when June 7, 2008

I was catching up on quirkyalone news last night when I read about Not Quite What I Was Planning on SMITH Magazine. SMITH Magazine might be my new favourite site, sorry mental_floss…(I still love you!). (That was a lot of linkage for me; very out of the ordinary, but I wanted you to know!)

I had long ago heard of Hemingway’s famous, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” six-word story challenge. Having a rather large and ingrained adoration for poetry, the whole idea of summing up one’s life at a particular moment in six words delights me to no end.

So, randomly, but when the inspiration sparks, I shall indulge here with my own six-word memoirs. Feel free to leave yours in the comments if you so desire.

Right now my six-word memoir goes like this:

Being quiet. Wishing I was alone.