November 2011
4 posts
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reservations for a dysfunctional family
sit across the table from an old man
who you refer to as grandpa,
though you question the validity of that
endearment.
mirrors sitting next to you,
and at the other side of the table,
talking to one another about
sports teams and in-laws.
the vagueness of this conversation
warms you up like a baby blanket,
because this is familiar.
We share DNA,
except for the replacement grandma;
we share looks...
December 2010
0 posts
today makes me feel like this-
So many writings on raindrops, but they’re all exactly right! I don’t know what they do, or say, or play a part in, but it’s never my own. HERE -aquí- peddling through holes that extend my mortal layer up into these drops of essential life each one plays a different note on my skin, just as it should. Before long, I am covered in tunes. I can’t even tell you what I sound...
November 2010
34 posts
LATE november, my son —- One fog, one infinite sky that I count on as a jacket (though it always seems to appoint-dis) Does not show me sun, my son. I guess I have not given birth, but if I may, make my own. With a few crayons (yellows, oranges, reds, even VIOLET red. daring) I began to create you, and you warmed my hands. Thanks. Now, I will be sure to set you on top of all of the others....
October 2010
11 posts
“Words are green,
And words are weed”
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arugula for dinner, getting dressed, and then getting down with some close friends. Expect more pictures. I’ve been slacking.
September 2010
50 posts
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