MissMeliss | November 10, 2008
Spanish speakers would tell you that the word “zorro” means “fox,” but if you capitalize it, and give it to a dog as his name, sometimes it turns out to mean “champion” instead.
It was ten years ago today, on a cold and rainy, wretched November day when my stepfather called me from work. “Melissa,” [...]
MissMeliss | November 9, 2008
I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. I’m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it’s like…. It’s like Tiffany’s…. Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it’s tacky to wear diamonds before [...]
MissMeliss | November 8, 2008
A house is never silent in darkness
to those who listen intently;
there is a whispering in distant chambers,
an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window,
the latch rises.
Ghosts were created when [...]