Sometimes I Fall Down

Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Look Out World...

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...here comes April...
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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Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Tale of Jack's Fantastic Adventure

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We had to write either two stories and one poem for my creative writing class, or one story and three poems. I've already turned in my t...
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Friday, August 1, 2008

sleeping until 4pm can be risky

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In the dream I run into you with a new girlfriend and she's everything you ever want in a flame. 1) Easy on the eyes and 2) Stuck to you...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Trepidation is onomatopoetic.

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To me, anyway. The word - trepidation... you can hear the shiver, the nervousness contained within the word. It's the word I thought o...
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Friday, July 18, 2008

Learning about that F-word

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Technically, if I were going to stay "It all started when..." I'd have to say it all started one sunny Labor Day back in 1982 ...
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

draft draft draft - battered tiptoe poem

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The Ugliest Feet In The World belong (it is said) to ballet dancers. It makes so much sense, that their exquisite grace should have such a ...
Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Ode to the Cute Girl at Table 21

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O Darling Cutie seated at two-one, the things we've done already in my mind would make a red man blush, would make a nun recite ten rosa...
Monday, June 30, 2008

I want to write a love poem every day this week.

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I met you in a room with red walls, I remember that much, couldn't say what building on the campus it was but I remember your smile agai...
Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The F-bomb

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I bet you thought this blog was going to be about a four-letter word. One that makes little old ladies and babies cry. No, this F-bomb has...
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I enjoy swimming, things that are blue, and drinking ice water. I collect jokes and fall in love with geographical locations. Cuddlers welcome.
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