January 2012
2 posts
5 tags
“this morning I laid in bed and watched dust particles float through a beam of...”
– januarytwentieth, 2012
5 tags
“we live in this tiny world where our lives push at the boundaries, bloating...”
– januaryfourteenth, 2012
December 2011
1 post
3 tags
“they were laughing; paper envelope white smiles and cardboard coffee cups...”
– decemberfourth, 2011
September 2011
1 post
2 tags
“there are moments in the blanket of time where I’ve just wanted to shout “I LOVE...”
– septembereighth, 2011
June 2011
1 post
“your eyes flicker open; spheres of dew running down pink hills, roaming across...”
– junetwentyfifth, 2011
April 2011
4 posts
“I’m weak and fragile; skinny and puny; destructive and longing. I’m...”
– apriltwentysixth, 2011
1 tag
I think I may need to take a step back; at some point you cross the crimson line and looking back becomes hazy memories. I think I might be a little into you; at some point you stop having sex and start making love.
2 tags
“she has the anti-midas touch, everything she touches doesn’t flourish in...”
– aprilfifth, 2011
2 tags
“Through the water she can make out the signs of lines,
Dark edges that seep...”
– aprilfourth 2011
January 2011
2 posts
““babe, are you falling asleep?” you asked in your haze, the room was...”
– januarythirtieth 2011
“they tell me to quit writing love poems, but fuck that- here’s a love poem...”
– januarythirteenth 2011
December 2010
2 posts
“I’m scared…” she whispered, the cold started to seep through her...”
– decembereighth 2010
“my head is spinning, the perfume makes me dizzy. my stomach is so nauseous with...”
– decemberthird 2010
November 2010
1 post
“and at 5am the city, beyond common belief, did sleep; no more over sensitive...”
– novemberfirst 2010
July 2010
1 post
“in an attempt to be happy she watched the light glow beneath her fingertips- her...”
– julytwentieth 2010
March 2010
1 post
“it was that strange, twisted storybook with burnt edges feeling; the rustling of...”
– marcheleventh 2010
December 2009
1 post
“her breathe lingered in front of her like the ghosts that haunted her bedside at...”
– decembertenth 2010
November 2009
1 post
“she stared in the mirror, trying to find something behind that face. but those...”
– november seventeenth.
October 2009
2 posts
“she stood by the tracks. a pin straight line of crimson with milky composition....”
– octobernineteenth.
“the smell of autumn crams her nose, the dusk falls around her aura. a soft...”
– octobereighteenth.
September 2009
2 posts
“the pads of her fingers felt like winter against her flushed cheek. the blood of...”
– septemberninth.
“the sirens outside the blistered glass blend with the whining violin and chalky...”
– septembersecond.
August 2009
1 post
“plush and sleek brush her vacuous skin, the rain trickling down. transparent...”
– augustnineteenth.
July 2009
11 posts
“siren, siren, with songs so saccharine, dragging me under with your charm and...”
– julythirtyfirst.
“a roe shell door with a flight of bleached strides guard rusting trove and...”
– julytwentysixth.
“an icy glow swallows her face, the mirror glazed over with sweet water. her...”
– julytwentyfourth.
“blackbird wings beat in the distance, a natural fake plea from the kildee,...”
– julynineteenth.
“a deafening noise blurs her thoughts, the sweet alcohol mixed into her sugar...”
– julyfifteenth.
“pops and snaps like champagne bottles, needles like a hospital, plastic like a...”
– julytenth.
“lead meets pressed fibers in an attempt to break the lulling silence around her....”
– julytenth.
“cracked lips spoke to the eggshell walls. closed fleece eyes, a lamb bays...”
– julyseventh.
“and there she sat, the sea salt in her hair and the scent of the bay in her...”
– julyfifth.
“television knobs and wooly screens. drone electric hums mix with a rickety...”
– julysecond.
“she reads out loud, “once upon a time…” an adventure unfolds,...”
– julysecond.
June 2009
14 posts
“nature waves her long fingers in the wind, protrusions like warts flair off her...”
– junethirtieth.
“the smell of leather fills their lungs, hollow straw and needle-tipped hay stuck...”
– julytwentyseventh.
“she watched her daughter wilt like a lily in gasoline, her softness turning...”
– junetwentyfifth.
“i miss the days where the sun shone bright on our shoulders and we kissed under...”
– junetwentyfourth.
“microscopic algae squares, raked through denim and strings of white. vertical...”
– junethirteenth.
“she longs to be free from the thin lines of thoughts and tortured souls she...”
– junethirteenth.
“there she stood beneath the devil’s water, her body bare beneath the...”
– junetenth.
“smooth purple lipstick and an italian harlequin mask. a black and white...”
– juneninth.
“a low tune of ominous rolling thunder in the background, a few trickles of sweat...”
– juneeighth.
“she’s got that feeling in the back of her throat, like it’s going to...”
– juneseventh.
“her frail hands slid over her face, pulling off the restraining frames. her...”
– junesixth.
“crimson edges brown with weary, clarity thickening with grime. wilting fingers...”
– junesixth.
“a few drops of water and a symphony of life. a plethura of books and a symbol of...”
– junethird.
“songs in tones and pitches, feathers of gold and green, skies with gray and...”
– junesecond.
May 2009
26 posts
“golden water drops surround her, the suns reflection breaking through the cloudy...”
– maythirtieth
“robins eggs and silver lures. high tides and low whispers. ochre grasses and...”
– maytwentyseventh