Something that I have been saying for awhile is how I want to start this blog about this project I want to do.

The project: craft letters (like little art objects) and leave them for people to find. Open a PO box and start an email address where people can reply.

Now I can say that it's happening.

not much except a thought
from a window out
some smoke

this time here is waning and
the next juncture is gesturing

i can feel it on the tip of my skin
everywhere

i can remember chilled nights in tucson
when the air there was done

paper everywhere
the will to clean absent

there are sparks everywhere
day is staying longer

You've got to rise up singing ( Read more... )

the sound of the train is not new to her ( Read more... )

he smiled a lot because he wanted ( Read more... )

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My Mother is a frog, shooting for a fly.

My Aunt is a cow, grazing; fat and heaping.

Today I was laughing at a thought.

A frog swallows a cow, then vomits the splotched bovine out into a garbage pit.

I really love my mom.

Also, I don't like my aunt.

Note. My mom's sister takes advantage of my mom.

You can see out of both eyes. both ways ( Read more... )

I went to detroit this weekend with my roomie and a friend who is soon to leave for Valencia Spain ( Read more... )

Jeff was the first person to successfully mate with a bear.
... afterward, Jeff became an ideal and disappeared.
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