Recent Entries

• 02/16/2011

  February 15, 2011

  I keep adding to the auto saved journal entry that I never publish.  I am laying in bed, so broke that I am trying to look around the room and locate things that I could sell so that I don't have to dip into my student line of credit. So broke and you've been out of work for&h...

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• 09/05/2010

  September 4, 2010

  without you around, copper and i wander around in a lonely fog. we drink too much coffee, we eat cheetios for breakfast, we try to sleep late but wake early. we worry, worry, worry. copper shiver shakes and hides under the blankets. i get out my calender and make plans and to do lists and…

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• 08/09/2010

  August 8, 2010

  I want you to come home to me and by come home I mean use the word us, tell your parents, bring all your underwear here. Feed Copper his supper and take him for a pee when you get off work before I do. Take out the garbage. Say things like 'baby we need more milk'. Buy toilet…

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• What do you do on sundays?

  May 8, 2010

  What do you do on sundays?  When you wake up and there's thirty minutes before she leaves and has family coffee. I love the idea of family coffee, every sunday, meeting up and drinking and laughing and sharing your week's worth of news. It's brief but close knitting and then everyone go...

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• this is what captures you

  November 2, 2009

  She’s not looking for love she’s looking for sustainability. She’s looking for someone who will lift the covers to let a little dog slip under the blankets to sleep. She’s looking for someone who will toast her a perfect marshmallow. Who will roll around on the ground with...

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• 11/03/2009

  November 2, 2009

  i want to write you pen and ink. i want the mail carrier and your mother's hands and her voice as she tells you, 'you've got a letter it's on the table' and then your hands your fingers under the corner that's lifting slightly the plucking sound as glue gives it's gift to you. my w...

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• cause I really have nothing to say

  October 7, 2009

  At first you leave me your brown hoodie. It is raining when you arrive. Grey friday. Leather jackets. We walk with chilled fingers. It is the second week to know each other. The moment I shut the door I pull it on and hood up. It smells of you and I climb back into bed to savour.…

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• 09/20/2009

  September 19, 2009

  you make me feel scared exhillerated joyful contented i like falling asleep in your arms and waking there and and and i am happy  

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• 09/07/2009

  September 6, 2009

  waiting for you to arrive this new lover that makes me want to write. this new lover that makes me lay awake at night with porno like efficiency of flash bulb memories playing 35 mm snuff film grain gritty and fog.  

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