I'll keep posting new work here, just because I can make it private, but I'm thinking about taking that blog, um... seriously? Wow that sounded retarded.
in 9 hours im to help spread my grammy's ashes. my daughters and sons wont know her. she'll be reduced to my adjectives depending on my mood as i recite them- the slow curve of her pastel smile, her wishbone frailty, her unique existence as the one lady i ever knew. she'll be a story to them. like ill be a story to their grandchildren. because i wont be
In exactly 6 and a half hours, I'm going to be face to face with the very first boy I ever fell in love with. I invited him for coffee to thank him for the effect he's had on my life, just to tell him once before i leave for england.