1 note, April 12, 2013
( a prayer).
you talk about ice and snow
and we walk around with dead legs
unable to feel where we are
or where we’re going.
i miss the sun.
trapped in ice and always waiting
for the return of insect nuisance
mostly just to live where it’s never dark
and i’m never lost.
1 note, December 19, 2012
I was raised by a single mother in the late 70s. When I was little, we moved all the time, depending on where she was able to find work. We lived in Virginia and North Carolina, but I spent most of my youth in Kentucky. I have no memory of my father and my mother never talked about him.
In…
Reblogged from cavecitysink, 7 notes, October 4, 2012
Narcissus and I held hands.
Drank in all the mirrors
and Hoped
that we would Live.
0 notes, October 3, 2012
Dream Edition, really, because Sunday I wish was doing THIS» http://do312.com/event/2012/06/30/take-the-train-to-summerfest
1 note, June 26, 2012
we learn ourselves hue by hue and shade by shade.
1 note, January 24, 2012
