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In March of 2009 I packed up my car and moved to DC. No home, no friends, no job. It's been an incredible two-plus years, and now it's time for me to have another adventure. Follow it here. Thanks for reading.
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Bad Poetry
Legs buried under fragrant alternating stacks of you and me Sunday morning Why do I keep writing poems about laundry? Bad Poetry
There is something growing inside me and I don’t know what it is yet.
It feels like gummy creosote and spiny cactus leaves, thick green crunchy aloe ooze
It feels like making a right because that canyon road looks interesting (even though my map says to go straight)
It feels like stubborn succulents persisting in cracked and crumbling earth
I don’t dare to hope that it’s a sunrise.
It feels like gummy creosote and spiny cactus leaves, thick green crunchy aloe ooze
It feels like making a right because that canyon road looks interesting (even though my map says to go straight)
It feels like stubborn succulents persisting in cracked and crumbling earth
I don’t dare to hope that it’s a sunrise.
Got the pic here.
