WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES ( Read more... )

~*All About You*~
What is your name? Kim
When were you born? Providence
How old are you? 18
Where do you live? Anywhere at this point
Are you male or female? female
How tall are you? 5'5"
What color hair do you have? brown
Is it your real hair color? If not what is? no it's natural
Do you have glasses/contacts? glasses
What color are your eyes? honey brown ( Read more... )

Why can't I persude you?
Unravel my sweater
I want to clean the hardwood floors
looking at myself in the high gloss
There's a cobweb in your hair
and I feel like dancing
Pour me a drink
I'm not drunk enough yet

Why can't I seduce you?
Moisten the matchsticks
I need to open sugar packets
feeling the soft rip in my fingers
There's a comet in your eye
and I feel ( Read more... )

Ok, I'm in Florida! and I have been for 11 days now (wow) and I'm still jobless/living in a Residence Inn. I went on two auditions, one for High School Musical 2: School's Out and another for the parade department (got called back for animating and puppeteering but wasn't hired because no positions are open in my height range). Anyhoo, I'm planning ( Read more... )

Before it was a simple cutting of the chord
a small reverberation of air as the snap sliced through us
dying down after a moment
Now it'd be like removing a table cloth at a King's supper
a swift tug and every piece of china and crystal would shatter
into a million shards that I'd never be able to completely pick up
Or it'd be like like plucking a single ( Read more... )

A man offered me a bag of windmills
that he said he had.
And though confused,
I was entrigued and instantly tempted.

He led me by the hand to where he said
the bag was waiting, 
and as I walked 
I closed my eyes and dreamt of what I'd be taking:

I imagined a vast pouch of canvas
billowing like salty sails,
rippling and pulsing as the mills
turned within the  ( Read more... )

there's dew on our hope
it's so fresh

we are lost 
in a tangle
of imaginary  greenery -- 
smoke hibiscus 
and  mist ivy
-- using only the tracks
of the helix pomatia
to guide us
to the oasis of
dreamt-up birdbaths
and day-dreamed sundials

yet we still manage
to align and press the
M's of our palms together,
finding stillness despite
the twitter of the birds
and the ( Read more... )

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So today was my first story as an actual freelance writer. I covered a story at a local Orthotic center where amputees got to try out new computerized microprocessor knees that are more like real legs. It was really cool. There was so much press there, including Walt Beauteau and Barbara Morse-Silva and a ton of newspapers. I felt so legitimate. On ( Read more... )

Today was my final day of my documented/senior project internship. It was a good day. I started out by writing the article I went on the field for yesterday and then I got  wind of a walk a school was having and I headed there to talk to some people. I ended up just getting a few details and dropped my phone number so they could call me back. When ( Read more... )