You're my little coffee bean. Press my lips and lace my blood with caffeine tremors in the quick of predawn.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Extra credit question
When the sky falls from burning second story rafters, pinning us beneath, what message will we scribble in frantic thinning inhales?
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
Those who with oxygen will burn
The cardinal must be like a flame on the wind, and so she is never surefooted and rarely alight. She is a songbird's subtle language. I hear your restless voice rushing through the open window.
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Rain song
I let the rain soak in my skin. I am a pop culture sponge. When weather presses down, we bear the weight by
57 percent while an uptempo love song plays quiet and sweet under the torrent.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Sleepy soujurn
Spired lighthouse mothers in our ships on cresting blanket. Weaves needlework clouds pregnant with storm by flashlight in our bedcove.
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
Fixing the Music
Shrieking feedback drawing blood from my eardrums, discerning no music from dissonant anger. Waiting for a sign from God and never getting a Goddamned note of sympathetic score. All I can do is turn to the audiologist on my knees and submit to her care, and ask her to wait a minute before fading in the softer melodies, so we can appreciate our silent stares in deafness.
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
Out with the Tide
We should go to the ocean more often. Landlocked ain't our lot, be sure of that.
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