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"Stitches"
Wrote this poem last Wednesday.
by TC
When all you have to piece together
your past is a bit of twigs and animal sinew
you become skilled at stitching the wounded.
Perhaps you made the virgin crouch in the bushes
so she's not raped by some misguided snake,
or made her don the animal skins of the slain
to keep at bay the weather and to remember
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NaPoWriMo 4-4-12
Bliss and Pain
Infatuation, we name it,
when an attraction to an object
or being becomes fatal.
A bipolar kind of weather
between storm and sun,
wars, inspires poetry,
blackens names,
yet the the pyre is nursed,
tenderly,
in the hope, that
as long as one waits,
bliss and pain will bloom
from the ashes we overturn,
the clips of newspaper stories
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Gardening!
I started my first urban indoor herbal garden: basil, oregano, parsley, dill and cilantro.
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Writer Stuck in a Cubicle Survivor Guide *Pre-cubicle
- Picture of Boyfriend and Me in a Very Shiny Frame // Check //
- Awesome Coffee thermos with non-boring Jessica Galbreth art //Check//
- Word Search for breaks
- New notepad and pen for slow time (line by line writing, doodles)
- Pretty new clothes for work //check//
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Instructions for Loss
Retrace your steps ( Read more... ) -
Copywriter Wannabe (Me) Laughs at Hare on Hair Action
Got asked to send poetry and script samples to an ad agency art director. Now that is a cool art director. Refreshing to see an agency that still looks at the individual as versus the branded myth we perpetuate ourselves to be in order to forward our careers, at times.
Hare on Hair
In other news, my rabbit humped my boyfriend's head. His hair is so ( Read more... ) -
Dear Coffee Shop: Why are you so FUCKING cold?
I'm currently in three layers even though it's supposed to be spring. However The Green Bean doesn't seem to realize that. At least I have warm coffee, while managing the crispy draft in my corner under a spaghetti strap, a long sleeve shirt, and a hoodie.
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Look What I Made! SEE! SEEEeee!
Meet the Sludge Monster.
This is what happens when you have two "cups" of coffee from the Coffee Cup of Doom (reference last post.)
Boyfriend thinks he is related to Oscar.
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