I'd like some more money, please.

BFF,
Sarah

I heard about this on public radio this morning.

http://mydeathspace.com/

It's weird, and I felt myself constantly frightened that the next profile would be someone I knew.

I feel like that is a sentiment I often admit to. I don't hide the fact that I cry when i watch many cotton commercials. I cry at weddings. I cry when I see a fragment of beauty- a leaf's fall, a child's fear then relief when his parent is out of sight and then back. Sometimes sentiment is beautiful. But sap, oh whenever is sap beautiful? Is this ( Read more... )

What volunteerism could become if leadership was forward-thinking.

I wonder, though, would my two years of service be rewarded in retrospect? Because, I'll feel more than a little gipped if they get almost their entire college tuition and all I can do is scrounge for 3/8 of mine. Then again, would financial aid be a huge issue then? Any person ( Read more... )

I like the new place- although NE MPLS is now even harder to get to with the 35 W bridge out of commission for a couple years at least. My new address might be of some interest to you.

417 5th Ave NE
Apt 3
MPLS, Minnesota 55413

I don't want to, I never have wanted to. I hated that my parents did it. I've vowed never to be one ( Read more... )

I have always been a pretty slow writer, I remember that from the times when I used to write. But I don't recall if I was ever this slow. I can't remember the particulars, the second hand ticks between the letters dropped into clunky obvious sentences.

I just spent an hour trying to write on a story that I started before Christmas last year. I wrote ( Read more... )

another poem sent to me for the month of poetry, which is soon to be over. It's a beautiful eulogy to me, of missed opportunity. For the VT boy. For myself, the writer who has stopped and doesn't know whether she has the strength to start again.

In Michael Robins's class minus one
by Bob Hicok

At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago ( Read more... )

I can see my glasses shiver with each of my all too hefty heartbeats.

I am tired, and 15/20 pages into the next issue of the youth leadership paper i edit.

I'm dreaming about a bathrobe, a television, some Nyquill rip off, a box of tissues, and a trashcan full of used ones.

My dreams are so much smaller when I'm sick.

So i can't say I found it for you, but I'll share it anyway.

In the old days a poet once said
by Ko Un

In the old days a poet once said
our nation is destroyed
yet the mountains and rivers survive

Today's poet says
the mountains and rivers are destroyed
yet our nation survives

Tomorrow's poet will say
the mountains and rivers are destroyed
our ( Read more... )