23 October 2008
17 October 2008
Brightly ruled lines.
Ransom, remoteness, remorse, here on the curved world.
“I am defeated all the time; yet to victory I am born.” (Emerson)
Mimeographs of semaphores.
Now that you've got a part of me, will you keep me?
Astringent persimmons are shaped like your heart.
The rupture of hope in the autumn. A southeast wind blows your voice into mine.
The repeat of the letters in our names.
Rain, 1:28 AM. My steady breakdown, my everupturned face.
The phone rings, and I let it go. Or it doesn’t ring, no matter how much I want you to call me by my name and whisper to me, I am still here, I am still shy. Tell me by your breath that you miss me.
“I am defeated all the time; yet to victory I am born.” (Emerson)
Mimeographs of semaphores.
Now that you've got a part of me, will you keep me?
Astringent persimmons are shaped like your heart.
The rupture of hope in the autumn. A southeast wind blows your voice into mine.
The repeat of the letters in our names.
Rain, 1:28 AM. My steady breakdown, my everupturned face.
The phone rings, and I let it go. Or it doesn’t ring, no matter how much I want you to call me by my name and whisper to me, I am still here, I am still shy. Tell me by your breath that you miss me.
10 October 2008
hi, kids
Thanks, to the five of you who read my blog, for checking in. I've not been writing much lately, so that's why there's a drought of new stuff. I'm working on a few pieces that will hopefully show up here soon.
As a friend of mine says, instead of saying goodbye: Peace and Love!
As a friend of mine says, instead of saying goodbye: Peace and Love!
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