Tag Archives: 2004

cookies

cookies i’ve begun to jealously guard my quiet solitude knowing i’ll be running out of it soon and my thoughts are interrupted by a batch of experimental chocolate chip cookies mixed with baking powder because i have no soda like … Continue reading

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spilled milk

spilled milk they say there’s no use crying over spilled milk but being pregnant and poor spilled milk means no milk —-and when the milk –gushing out of the bottle —-is your heart’s blood you cry.

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shadowed

shadowed i’ve been looking for inspiration all these long days weeks months; i’ve been waiting for an idea for an urge, an impetus. a year gone by and i’ve nothing to show, my life a nightmare of the dreams i … Continue reading

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