Sometimes I Fall Down
Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy.
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Showing posts with label
childhood
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
21/30: TAL#175
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Her strictly Catholic mother called her a whore before she even knew what it meant, how to spell it even, her mother's eyes stabbing jud...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Rory Names the Spanish Colors.
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Oh, I know this one. Rogue? Rouge. No, Ro-- ro. Rogo. Rojo. I know that one. Gr... No, bear. Day. Verde. Oh, me! Don't tell...
Friday, December 19, 2008
what is and isn't in the photograph
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an exercise in poetry as photography: the one in the yellow sweater hoodie is my little sister. you can tell by her eyes that don't want...
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
NaPoWriMo day 15: meh.
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I couldn't get happy with what I was writing so instead I'm posting some haiku/senryu/short poems about childhood. I'm not prou...
Monday, April 14, 2008
NaPoWriMo day 14: the "write about a childhood game" draft
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I'm pulling this poem back down until I'm more happy with it.
Friday, April 4, 2008
napowrimo: 4/4 or adolescence hung
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Adolescence hung on the laundry line like a paper doll tied up with twine, no strength to move her fragile paper limbs. Adolescence hung her...
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