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They hate blossoms this year.
Each new bloom is squashed goo
Between the skin of prim fingers,
Calloused and ashy, sickly yellow.
All the pressed flowers are expelled
From the walls of the library:
Their glass frames shatter and these
Pale, dried ancestors do not cry out
As they fall away in flakes, into nothingness,
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Drew's Haiku to me
Potato salad
Milk and cheese but there is none
Spaghetti eyeball ~ -
2/16 Lunch haiku
for Drew
Teriyaki bowl
for lunch. Peach yogurt also.
Banana pudding. -
This is for you, Cousin Nick
My uncle, your father, is dying. It seems strange to think of that and feel only a detached sympathy, but what other acute sense could be possible? I have never known him, nor have I known you, but a kindred sense is strong enough to bring forth a sense of closeness in a time of sadness. Even if we were not kin, any human suffering is heart- ( Read more... ) -
New Book List
Here are some more, including ones I have just finished, so I can keep track:
*The White Queen
*The Red Queen
*The Daughter of Smoke and Bone
*The Name of the Star
*Lady Jane Grey
*Mirror, Mirror
*Ship Breaker
*The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo
So anyways, long list, but still very important to me. Schools about to start, but I'm going to try and stay on ( Read more... ) -
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Go to work, lazy bums. -
Like Ur Crazy
Somehow, it must be considered as happening. It's definite, no getting around it. I shall rise early and face it, no matter, but the night gives me pause because I'm sure that it will pass much faster than I wish it would. It makes no difference. Long days will seem long, longer when they are within progress. I'll last it out somehow. -
Book List
* The White Queen
* Enchantment
* The Daughter of Smoke and Bone
* The Name of the Star
* Catherine of Aragon
* Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Well, I've set myself this task and who knows if I'll keep to it. Goodness knows, I want to, but even though my break has just started, I know that it will pass much faster than my eyes can read all these ( Read more... )
