Updates in poetry form
I should blog more often, and yet...
Here's a pantoum about my present reality.
Lately I've been eating pomegranates in bed.
there are more delicious ways to stain sheets, but only a few.
There are five people living in this room now.
No one knows whose shoes these are.
There are more delicious ways to stain sheets, but only a few.
When everyplace is a sleeping surface, it's hard to avoid.
No one knows whose shoes these are.
I imagine this is the life stage I'll be in for a while.
When everyplace is a sleeping surface, it's hard to avoid.
There's something to be learned from giving up personal space.
I imagine this is the life stage I'll be in for a while.
Need less, share more.
There's something to be learned from giving up personal space.
Control is an illusion.
Need less, share more.
Without a roommate I never would have had these pomegranates.
I'm an only child of a single mother.
There are five people living in this room now.
You have to think before you move around.
Lately I've been eating pomegranates in bed.
I want to write more poetry. I do so enjoy reading other peoples'. I want to make a tiny cardboard forest. I want to write letters to people I've never met. I want more pomegranates.
Here's a pantoum about my present reality.
Lately I've been eating pomegranates in bed.
there are more delicious ways to stain sheets, but only a few.
There are five people living in this room now.
No one knows whose shoes these are.
There are more delicious ways to stain sheets, but only a few.
When everyplace is a sleeping surface, it's hard to avoid.
No one knows whose shoes these are.
I imagine this is the life stage I'll be in for a while.
When everyplace is a sleeping surface, it's hard to avoid.
There's something to be learned from giving up personal space.
I imagine this is the life stage I'll be in for a while.
Need less, share more.
There's something to be learned from giving up personal space.
Control is an illusion.
Need less, share more.
Without a roommate I never would have had these pomegranates.
I'm an only child of a single mother.
There are five people living in this room now.
You have to think before you move around.
Lately I've been eating pomegranates in bed.
I want to write more poetry. I do so enjoy reading other peoples'. I want to make a tiny cardboard forest. I want to write letters to people I've never met. I want more pomegranates.