I am in here.
Found over at Eamonn Fitzgerald’s Rainy Day: Hurried Love Hurried Love Those who make hurried love don’t do so from any lack of affection or because they despise their partner as a human being — what they’re doing is just as sincere as a more formal wooing. She may have a train to catch; perhaps … Continue reading Hurried Love
The shell of the ear says See… “But just to enjoy it,…” the morning Said. And so I watch the green go through the day. Technorati Tags: poem, poetry
“But just to enjoy it…” the morning said. And so I watch the green to through the day.
Things That Are Perfect Though a favor to the feet, to the shoes the sandals are bare skeletons. An olive tree lives two thousand years but tends to remember nothing. Things that are perfect sow terror in me. I don’t like them. My handwriting’s skewed, my gait more so, doing my best. — Kirmen Uribe … Continue reading Things That Are Perfect, from (Notes on) Politics, Theory & Photography: Kirmen Uribe
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