October 7, 2007


What I Thought it Would Be Like to Be an Adult

This is not a poem. This is a response to a writing assignment from http://www.writeanyway.com. The assignment is: “spend five minutes writing about what your younger self thought being an adult would be like. What sorts of freedoms did you think awaited you when you were finally all grown up?” And here is my answer: […]

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September 29, 2007



My stomach burns With the quaking tide, When you play with my toes, When you tickle my pride. Take me away To your far away land, Buried like dust In the prints of your hand, Where your smile doesn’t crack, And fade, Before the hours Draw into days. I lay in the bed Of a […]

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