na-na-new ... |
2/5/08sigh&storm y shaking still(forSOlong) my bed room clothingcyclone and strange mouths and armsdark hair still in my sheetsshorter than my own and smells different(like knitcaps a...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 19:13:00 GMT |
mutually.inspired.artists. |
collidE company member, inspiring artist, and real beauty, miss gina starbuck, in her infinite kindness, wrote the following...being in the business of sharing loveliness... i thought i would... with ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 23:28:00 GMT |
whoiam. |
7/20/03heavyi am fat because i am made mostly of imagination which takes up infinite spacei think maybe the slimmest parts of memy fingerseach strand of my hairare made of something more practiconcret...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 12:39:00 GMT |
old words. |
2/18/04my whole bod y part twoif longer poems could lay out every longingspread listing in my lapon type written pages reelingdown down dizzyingthe death of a rainforest for my desireswhen i write...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 12:49:00 GMT |
newposting. oldpoem. |
4/6/03 rest less sky is teal greengoes darker darkerto naviest bluenever black beautifulcold coldi walking homelead with my hips eyes opendance with my whole bo...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 15:09:00 GMT |
poetry from this darkplace. |
7/1/06
leave me. (alone.)
i am swimming in bathrooms
next to showers we've never shared
so desperate to shed your body
you-
r smile
&n...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 13:04:00 GMT |
about.me. |
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:
ewica michelle sobol.
Birthday:
august 31st.
Birthplace:
lalaland.
Current Location:
living in lalaland, dreaming of nyou york.
Eye Color:
yellow, g...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 14:44:00 GMT |
another work in progress . . . |
2/4/06 ella's love songs lovely old lady singsblue blue bluesmy toes turn that colorcold and my bed un heav iedthese sad love songs sound like you whisperi'm in lovewith this (gi...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 21:43:00 GMT |
stream-of-consciousness-turned-poem . . . i think? |
11/1/05
repeat
or
between when you hear it and when you can play it with your hands
i feeling sad
sorry
soaked in salt streaming
down my face
my dimples filled up...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Nov 2005 20:18:00 GMT |
'Parting Gift' |
I opened my eyes while you were kissing me, once
More than once
- And you looked as sincere as a dog
Just as sincere as a dog does
When it's the food on your lips, with which it's in love
I bet you co...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Oct 2005 23:28:00 GMT |
