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April 25, 2010

for now

i bite the corner of my cushiony lip and count the symmetrical lines in the pavement as i walk in no direction in particular green grass finds […]
January 11, 2010

momma, do you still love the rain?

the rain journeys from the brimming clouds above water droplets forming on my nose, damp, cold, muggy sweat holes in my trendy boots, icy toes, squishy […]
January 11, 2010

The End Of Self Sabatoge — Haiku

steadying my hopes, the albatross is flying I put down my bow
January 10, 2010


Tenuous. A word that had been standing at the door waiting to cross the threshold; I never thought to say it out loud. Tenuous. A wobbly […]