Posted in prose painting, random, reflect on June 29, 2009 | 3 Comments »
A stitch in time saves nine.
June 23rd, 2009
Tuesday. The barista asks your name and how old you were on your last birthday. The second question is not entirely out of place; he likes the broach you’re wearing and you tell him it was a birthday gift. He asks if your birthday is soon.
Yes. You tell [...]
Posted in free verse, poetry on June 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Coming Up.
As we speak,
a ukulele is being played several floors below,
gets me excited.
I imagine
you just spent ten minutes taking off your jacket.
“I am coming up.”
“What does that mean?”
“Cheerleader, I fly into Seattle Sunday.”
(I have your ticket. They spelled your name wrong.)
“How’s that?”
.
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(this poem is a testament to how great my friends are. The words in [...]
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