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I think I have a little bit of toothpick in my throat...
In all seriousness, I probably swallowed the half piece of toothpick I was nipping at when my body insisted on doing this inward hiccup thing that my brain did not approve of. I mean, it doesn't hurt...but it's uncomfortable.
In any matter, it's a Sunday evening, I'm alone at home and I have no cable. So this is what I'm doing.
And here's a ( Read more... ) -
It is Friday; I shall blog.
It's Friday night and I'm watching the Criminal Minds marathon on A&E because ( Read more... ) -
"I've wanted to love you like the ocean wills us to swim"
God bless your quiet and aching body, like oars in a boat, yawning with every stroke. It’s hard not to love the struggle, your muscles willing themselves against a current. Your faith and unerring movement. (It’s hard not to love.) If your muscles yearn with that burden, so will mine. If you’ve learned how to love, I’ll learn how to swim. ( Read more... ) -
me = doofus.
this sappy crap is really getting out of hand, man.
i have words for you
not so much verbs and nouns
but shapes and sounds
that could hopefully impress
the motion of my beating heart
and the rhythms it'll play
in suitable response to your smile.
there are no numbers i could
mention or reach
to perfectly express
the multiplicity of fluttering ( Read more... ) -
it is a postmark.
i have wasted my energy,
the stretch and lean of my limbs
and the flex of my lungs.
i've been holding my breath
only to find my tinged lips
and slumped heart
had more to do beyond this.
my strides are unsteady
but, willing and quick.
i've yet to find the arrow
of direction i'm headed.
still, my steps speak the rhythm
of something full and ( Read more... )