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Month: February 2011 (page 1 of 2)

footprints on my face…

When you started coming around less. Undressing me. Less. I noticed.
This trail you left behind. Footprints on my face. Patterns. Down.
I became. Someone else. And you. Told. Revealed. Exposed. Began. Too.
I just need some time… I never intended… And it is not… About…
Your head in the clouds. Evaporates. Storms. Lightning. Strikes. I stood.
Calendar challenge. Offering months. Life on offer. Backwards cartwheels.
What does it. Take. Cut this. Rope. Around my neck. Pull. Tighter.
With wings prepared. Goodbye is born. Voiceless preparation. Sore.
Sliding. Past. Escaping. Cell. A map to hide. You will never. Reconstruct.
A veil over my eyes. Impression on my lips. A razor to my neck.

Footprints on my face.

missing queens. tearing timorousness.

Chris and I shall continue our Melbourne trekking today.

I’m happy to say that one of my jobs temporarily concluded! This is the first weekend since November that I haven’t had to work seven days in a week. I woke up this morning insanely excited about that.

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snapshot… reminders…

As we’ve been over, I’ve peaked in terms of longing to return to my people on my other side of the planet. Today I tried not to think about how I’ve only got one more week with my family before he returns to where I can’t seem to get at the moment.

Instead I snapped shots…



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when you can’t get to nyc


I have been super spoiled this week indulging in the company of one of my favorite people in the Universe and senior cult affiliate CHRIS!!!

As our loyal readers recall, my New York City summer was spent with my companion Chris who put me up in casa a la Queens while I finished my poetry book.

Perhaps you remember him from here or here or hereContinue reading

adjusting volume of signs

adjusting volume of signs

he redefines. my dialect. i recite
characteristics. daily motions. covering
closing my… reach… just a little… further.
(do you know i wish on stars for you?)
he. senses. senseless. without.
when the world scratches. more than
amounts we are able to endure.
locked room song. shattered glass vow.
peace-less pieces. partitive tracking.
my unexpressed. affirmations. i promise
somehow. there is a way. betterment
becoming a value of no substance.
weighing stares. your numbness deflects
my heartbeat’s range. touching echos.
are you… i thought… because you’re beautiful.
he says. i should. stay. away. how can i
explain a side unseen. matching injuries.
trading scars. at the sight of end
we exchange. take what i can. trade.
wanting more. to give everything. for one
moment. second. to none.

I might have a permanent gig as a Writer blog family. If it comes through, it will pay for a New York City trip when the weather warms up… I’m in no condition for cold at the moment.

I’m in the middle of another move, I’ve been house hunting. Something for the puppies and I with lots of light where I can finish Agnes and put together Poetry Volume 2.

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