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Daily Archives: April 11, 2016
(The evening shade pulls over suburbia on a random Monday.) .. There is chatter in the street, the hollow thwack thwack thwack rattle of a basketball game, the whoosh of a neighbor’s SUV. The mesquites are tucking themselves in … Continue reading
(to write love on her arms) .. Scars are souvenirs you never lose. – GooGoo Dolls Ask her about her wrists, and she’ll tell you she used to mar(k) her skin with sharp to chase the dark -ness, pierced … Continue reading
She’s more fiction than sigh -ence, more song than strange. She’ll taser you a small moon, a once-planet, a cold meteor shower. Give her an hour, she’ll rainbow her nesting doll way into your union. There’s no oxygen … Continue reading
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget. – Counting Crows .. We sat on the hood of your car like it was our own Little Bighorn, and I finally told you … Continue reading