San Juan equals whoa. |
Hey guys. Update what?
I just turned 21 and I'm surprisingly not an alcoholic (yet).
Robert took me to San Juan for my birthday and I had the most amazing four days/five nights of my life. ...
Posted by Valerie on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 05:12:00 PST |
Like Cement It Doesn't Dry |
I prepare for the alleys walked without youthat sneak and snake their way through this eternal city(I know that there is something eternal about you and mebut the words have yet to find their way to m...
Posted by Valerie on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 12:13:00 PST |
It rains a lot here. |
Tiptoeing on ruins olderthan I can imagineas I try to talk myself out ofmissing you.You warned me thatI might.
(I only do when the beauty of this city is too much and I need someone to share it w...
Posted by Valerie on Thu, 29 Sep 2005 08:29:00 PST |
Such a dumbass. |
Funny how some people turn out to be the polar opposites of the people you thought they were.
And by funny, I mean as hilarious as a car crash.
Posted by Valerie on Tue, 20 Sep 2005 03:27:00 PST |
La vita nuova. |
How about I start by saying that I am completely in love with Rome? I love the streets paved with dialects, the buses seated with quiet smilers, the buildings painted with ancient stories, the w...
Posted by Valerie on Tue, 13 Sep 2005 07:29:00 PST |
Not even the rain. |
If daisies cannot explain, then neither can I.Voglio vederti stasera.Dancing in the city rain-making airplanes and thinking about futures-laughing till dizzy.Cur?The intimacy of sheets and sweathaunt ...
Posted by Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
swing. |
playgrounds remind me of you. imagining you as a child- your first scraped knee. dirt, blood, and tears. i wonder if you dreamed of me as i wished for you. drawing awkward pink hearts on the sidew...
Posted by Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
A New Year's Harangue. |
Ludic kisses traveling down my neck like the coquetry of sparrows. Frenetic fireworks ignite in explosions of orange and red and blue and green and white and Im at a loss for words to explain how pe...
Posted by Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Pulchra. |
Everything makes sense in these sheets. I find myself drawing sketches of Spain
across the your naked velvet skin.
Quarter notes dance down the dips of your hips
as I trace them with my voice.
I p...
Posted by Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Rose of Sharon. |
Ninety-sixty-one. I picture her; saddle shoes dangling from the front porch of a place that meant home. Knees scraped. Cheeks blushed. Blonde curls laced with innocence and des...
Posted by Valerie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
