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Month: September 2011

  • eggshed

    I harbour ill will Passive murder in the Time of Eve, bloodshed eggshed childshed Another lost life At the hands of God’s wrath Down the toilet Literally down the Toilet

  • *hanging*

    A question hangs in the vacuum between our averted eyes like a smoke ghost smeared and disipating Between our averted eyes that crazily sometimes point to center, our averted eyes that force us to contort this way and that so that for a split second we see each other and the question that hangs in…

  • I Don’t Do Happy: a Writing History

    My writing origins are murky at best. As an early elementary-schooler, I remember writing things like “Happy Easter, [heartsign] Loria” with my name going off the edges of the Bunny-shaped construction paper gift meant for Mom and Dad. As is many times the case, my writing history begins with my reading history, which begins in…