i left arkansas |
i left arkansas smelling of campfiresi left arkansas a’wishing i was a mountaini would stand so tall for you i would make you proudi would be so fine and true i would make you proudthe sand capp...
Posted by tessa on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 05:06:00 PST |
rockabilly ideas--i need a harmonica in C |
i’m feeling wily
my baby left me
i tried walkin’ sideways, but it isn’t helpin’.
he got his way
with everything
that’s somethin i didn’t need.
i’m...
Posted by tessa on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 07:39:00 PST |
some winter writing |
winter writing 5last time i saw youyou'd stayed up too latestock market crashed in your eyes.i hadn't realized that we'd lost everythingi would never have meant to .its not your faultthat this investm...
Posted by tessa on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 12:50:00 PST |
the girl and the dry cleaners |
the girl would always pick up the coins she saw on the tattered floors of the ratty dry cleaners where she worked--where she would sift through people's pockets and sleuth through their grocery lists ...
Posted by tessa on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 07:18:00 PST |
tidal change |
oh how i missed you todaywhen i pulled out my winter sweaters and remembered the winter where we would stay under covers and put our middle names togetherand i would talk about how it may lookif the o...
Posted by tessa on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 03:03:00 PST |
molisol |
a molisol you are rich and thick but underneath is bedrock.the prarie soili worked and toiled six long years with no return, i'm moving on west now, to where the sun sets now, to leave you alone and f...
Posted by tessa on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 07:39:00 PST |
it was mecury this time |
testing for mecury levels in soils stripped of gold in north carolina where i left my soulthe mecury and i were the only remnants kept in the soil, bitter and permanent.
Posted by tessa on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 04:59:00 PST |
meteorites |
meteorites chased by a million lonely nights finally find relief tonight,in the arms of a blue and green planet they collide.and Earth swallows them up like funerals for soldiers, setting apart ...
Posted by tessa on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 11:26:00 PST |
broken watch summer |
I layed in the grass the other day, getting my nose close to the earth. Imagining the strata below my brain I recited all the spanish words I could. It seems impossible to remember the broken watch su...
Posted by tessa on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 01:18:00 PST |
