Comments for chguise http://chguise.wordpress.com after the doors were all locked and the keys were all hidden Sat, 17 Oct 2009 01:52:00 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 Comment on Empire Falls… by contoveros http://chguise.wordpress.com/2009/08/19/empire-falls/#comment-16 contoveros Sat, 17 Oct 2009 01:52:00 +0000 http://chguise.wordpress.com/?p=229#comment-16 Hey, I don't mean to be knit-picking, but you seem to be writing your wonderful posts on PTSD under a cateory for post traumatic stress "syndrome." I only noticed it because I wanted to see other posts under that category and tried to "surf" their from your blog. Nice creative writing. Michael J Hey,
I don’t mean to be knit-picking, but you seem to be writing your wonderful posts on PTSD under a cateory for post traumatic stress “syndrome.”
I only noticed it because I wanted to see other posts under that category and tried to “surf” their from your blog.
Nice creative writing.
Michael J

]]> Comment on walk with me… by Pat (truelyana off AW) http://chguise.wordpress.com/2008/08/31/walk-with-me/#comment-15 Pat (truelyana off AW) Thu, 23 Oct 2008 20:33:57 +0000 http://chguise.wordpress.com/?p=135#comment-15 I feel like I am with you there, and I can relate completetly to all the emotion and enrapture you express of. :) Beautiful blog. I feel like I am with you there, and I can relate completetly to all the emotion and enrapture you express of. :) Beautiful blog.

]]> Comment on a new prompt to work on… by greyrabbit http://chguise.wordpress.com/2008/08/07/a-new-prompt-to-work-on/#comment-5 greyrabbit Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:54:36 +0000 http://chguise.wordpress.com/?p=70#comment-5 I'm a bit confused, Maxwell, was this an attempt at my prompt? Because I'd love to hear your thoughts about how it's connected because I just can't seem to see it. I’m a bit confused, Maxwell, was this an attempt at my prompt? Because I’d love to hear your thoughts about how it’s connected because I just can’t seem to see it.

]]> Comment on a new prompt to work on… by Maxwell http://chguise.wordpress.com/2008/08/07/a-new-prompt-to-work-on/#comment-4 Maxwell Thu, 14 Aug 2008 21:11:08 +0000 http://chguise.wordpress.com/?p=70#comment-4 First blink of the morning and it is the same sticky panic inside my humid ribcage; fear frolicking in that place where the heart beats sluggishly; with just enough regularity to maintain life, a sick, shadowy, sentient phantom spreadeagled in a oily pool surrounded by clouds of midges; above you rise the spectres of unlived, unloved dreams in the empty skies. Thin skin covers my ribs. I wonder if it’s possible that one of the bones could puncture through my shirt whilst I am at work. I imagine the embarrassment more than I imagine the pain. But as my mirror monitors my body wasting to a wafer of bumpy sinew, awkward bone and sluggish veins the lactic acid is busy eating atrophied muscle; slowly, like a slug or bloated bacteria; like an aggressive mucous membrane covering the muscle like corrosive egg-white. The years of inactivity and stagnancy have resulted in this chronic and terminal condition; a coma-like state where the mind is gone; whittled away by force, leaving only a body to navigate the wastes like a cold, lifeless, godless infant. First blink of the morning and it is the same sticky panic inside my humid ribcage; fear frolicking in that place where the heart beats sluggishly; with just enough regularity to maintain life, a sick, shadowy, sentient phantom spreadeagled in a oily pool surrounded by clouds of midges; above you rise the spectres of unlived, unloved dreams in the empty skies. Thin skin covers my ribs. I wonder if it’s possible that one of the bones could puncture through my shirt whilst I am at work. I imagine the embarrassment more than I imagine the pain. But as my mirror monitors my body wasting to a wafer of bumpy sinew, awkward bone and sluggish veins the lactic acid is busy eating atrophied muscle; slowly, like a slug or bloated bacteria; like an aggressive mucous membrane covering the muscle like corrosive egg-white. The years of inactivity and stagnancy have resulted in this chronic and terminal condition; a coma-like state where the mind is gone; whittled away by force, leaving only a body to navigate the wastes like a cold, lifeless, godless infant.

]]> Comment on rejection at its worst… by Steve Davis http://chguise.wordpress.com/2008/08/09/rejection-at-its-worst/#comment-3 Steve Davis Mon, 11 Aug 2008 13:17:08 +0000 http://chguise.wordpress.com/?p=79#comment-3 Excellent writing. Really sets the mood and gives the reader a highened sense of anticipation. Steve Excellent writing. Really sets the mood and gives the reader a highened sense of anticipation.

Steve

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