Evan Pullins's Writings
1. My trembling hands touch the scars that tell stories of my distant past. Stories about a little girl trying to wear the dresses of femininity while her inner being was screaming otherwise. She was small and petite with bright blond hair that glimmered female potential in her mother's eyes. Little pink frills and lace wrapped in a bow framed her face. Though...
She's beautiful. Her long silky brown hair frames her delicate face as she sits on the bitter kitchen floor. She's huddling over something I can't yet detect but the way she is sitting sends shivers down my spine. How did I get this lucky? Her slim, five-seven, 130 pound frame makes me think back to when we got married, thirty years ago. She still had her mind...
Will wonders never cease? I look at those stars and I pluck them from the sky, and flick them at you like diamonds, like seeds. You are the everything, and everything is in you.”
—"Eleanor Rigby" -Douglas Coupland
Evan’s Favorite Books
No one belongs here more than you, The Bell Jar, Body of Work, It's Kind of a Funny Story, Hurry Down Sunshine, A Long Way Down, Lullaby, Downtown Owl,...