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Hello Livejournal friends! I know some of you are in Boston.
Would you like to live with two excellent people in a nice apartment with two cats? Mitchell and I are looking for a third roommate starting as soon as possible. We live near Sullivan station in a pleasantly quiet neighborhood with easy access to like four bus lines, seriously they're ( Read more... ) -
4-18-12
Eight and Two
Here's the thing: I walked away, back
straight and ready for the blade that sunk hilt
deep into the base of a ramrod spine, walked
away and tried my hardest to not
look back or raise my hand to stem the tide of blood. Watch
the way I move, stiff
and stilted, like there is still
something left unhealed, not
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So I've been radio silence since January. Everywhere.
I have a valid explanation for that, I promise.
...okay that is in fact a total lie. All I've been doing since mid-January is writing lots and lots of Sherlock fanfiction and I am not even the tiniest bit sorry. And reading Sherlock fanfiction and theories. And talking to people on the internet ( Read more... ) -
01-23-2012
Helloooo.
So I was going through my livejournal looking for a poem the other day (shut up), which involved trudging back through the archives all the way back to the beginning, because I was pretty sure it was an early piece of writing. This was like two weeks ago, and I noticed idly that hey, January is when my livejournal started ages back, I ( Read more... ) -
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Twelfth Night
I remember the day we burned the trees, reeking
of pine, our clothes scattered
with sap and needles, the heels
of our boots braced against the trunk to help us
saw the firs to pieces, freeing
the ghosts of witches from their limbs and boughs. That night
we watched as they went up in smoke, my hand
in yours, the stars all bright and cold, the ( Read more... ) -
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Aubade (in progress)
My lover makes me breakfast in the dark, four
a.m., me shivering in boots
and breeches, the sun not even up, helmet
tucked between my knees and hair half-braided.
(And her in flannel shirt and pants, a blanket
wrapped around her shoulders,
squinting without glasses into oatmeal
coming to a boil.)
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In this world I will be the beast I want--shoulders
maned and heavy, hips narrow, tail swinging, spotted
brutality and brawn. I will choose
sisters and my mate, touch
the flanks of brothers with my nose. Together
we will drive our enemies before us. Call me
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Crosspost for great justice.
Last night I threw myself at the silks as if climbing them would erase the last ten days. My feet are bruised, the muscling of my shoulders and knees strained, my hands rough with half-formed callouses. For an hour it didn't matter that my grandmother died, that my father asked me to be a pallbearer and I feel like I'm too small and awkward for it ( Read more... ) -
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In the end it was so quiet, his knees
soft against the dying grass, my hands
hard against my sister's back.
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I don't think you understand how many of these I have.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full line, that is.
Feel free to request as many times as you wish, and it's okay to ask for the same file more than once.
(Cherry picking ( Read more... )