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i’m letting the time go by
There’s a man up here who claims to have his hands upon the reins. There are chains upon his hands and he’s riding upon a train. — the prophet james taylor mud slide slim and the blue horizon. i listened … Continue reading
i don’t need a skywriter to make grafitti in your sky
The sunrise always listens Sometime she even finishes My sentences — the prophet westerberg
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come on home
i walk into the living room. mo is watching some show on michael murphey. she asks if that’s MY michael murphey. sorta, i say. he wasn’t really mine after he left austin. and dear god never make me hear wildfire … Continue reading
making pies
5 a.m. Here I am Walking the block To TableTalk You could cry or die Or just make pies all day. I’m making pies — patricia j. griffin
hey! wait! i’ve got a new complaint.
I’m so happy. ‘Cause today I found my friends. They’re in my head. — the prophet Cobain He’s staring at me. It was a weird day at the track. A woman was running the wrong direction. The Kid on the … Continue reading
how i would write if i were clever
How many times can your heart be broken? I’ve stopped counting.
