a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
“… and i’m getting a lot of work done.” — God help the girl, “stills“ (that song has nothing to do with this song, by the way. the lyric is a nice hook, though.) (by the way again, i’m not good at writing songs. at all. so don’t laugh. this is just the first draft.)…
Read Moreas i was leaving the office tonight in the five o’clock gloaming there shone forth a star gently but crisp against winter’s blue it’s chilly always now morning’s breath freezes the tip of my nose frosts over and i wish your hand could reach from the future back into the past and warm mine i…
Read Moreas i was leaving the office tonight in the five o’clock gloaming there shone forth a star gently but crisp against winter’s blue it’s chilly always now morning’s breath freezes the tip of my nose frosts over and i wish your hand could reach from the future back into the past and warm mine i…
Read More“i think that i shall never see / a poem as lovely as a tree.” — joyce kilmer “i should rather like to be a tree myself,” i’ve often thought, gazing up the shocking white of a sycamore’s trunk into the gold-fleck leaves shimmering against a sky of heart-stopping blue. being an occasionally practical dreamer, i…
Read Morewe talked about you today in the way people do when they assume their hazy dreams hold the future’s reality we gave you color and complexes and made you a heroine for saving the anti-hero glaring on his deathbed — later on my own i remembered you remain conjecture your tousled brown curls and green-grey…
Read Morethis is a poem for you the reader who chooses to wade through my writing like a guppy caught in a school of piranhas i wish i could see you reading observe what makes you smile or shake your head and abandon me for something else if we sat down to coffee together (mine is…
Read Morei don’t like it when people walk away. my shining, fascinating people — but i guess it’s just jealousy makes me want to keep them. they have lives of their own, or so i am told, in which they know and love and are loved by people i have never imagined. but still. they go. …
Read Morei have a vivid imagination, and it is especially active when it comes to other people. i frequently associate people with things they remind me of — animals, fictional characters, other people, etc. although this sometimes is in reference to people i know well (a close friend, for example, is a baby bird), it’s usually…
Read Morei found a rock fat with moss and sat upon it thinking of rolling to the bottom of the hill where i knew you’d be waiting my arrival i didn’t want to leave my perch just then so i pondered the mysteries of blue skies green grass and rain-dark trees singing in the wind to…
Read Morewill you be the harmony to my melody and sing to me when i’ve forgotten the words? will you keep me on beat my two left feet dip to complete when i don’t know the steps? when my hair turns grey and the wrinkles stay will you kiss them away and let me kiss yours?…
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