Pinnedwritingpress the words in the window where anyone can read without knocking you out cold.Jan 2, 20221Jan 2, 20221
Pinnedthe things to writei hate the things to write about. a hostage. a gun. a donut a long line for donuts. a gun. yesterday a man followed me six blocks…Jan 16, 20221Jan 16, 20221
strei am alone as a kite on a string. the sky scarfs me. the wind carries away the peace. but still i stretch as far as i can go even…8h ago8h ago
it would bei am not the first to belong to regret but i could kick my way out, an angry sandwich in a paper bag. the surprise on your face it would…Sep 8Sep 8
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wondersi am of the sort that wonders why this and not that when the world looks mean when the bricks of the world lay mean when the words of the…Jul 29Jul 29
Nature’s grI took a bath in nature’s green as great and silent as the sun’s will — Behold one evening, like another a gift profound, ever still.Jul 1Jul 1
ride the ridesunday still stretches like the great plains a tin metal taste lingers from childhood: blue laws, slow church, television chaos my feet…Jun 16Jun 16
the cry for more is not always greed there is also a yearning for what we love, and what we…Jun 16Jun 16
