Retail. |
Retail is agonizing.I can feel my sales skills improving;it's sickening.With a smile and a soothing tone, I'll tell you all how to properly preserve those old photographs.With each pitch, my heart si...
Posted by alyssssandra on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 12:19:00 PST |
such busy days |
these days are such busy days.there's no time to breathe with the wind.there's no time to sink with the sun.there's no time to slip away with the meandering thoughts of things to come.these days can'...
Posted by alyssssandra on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 12:07:00 PST |
FNAP! What’s that?! |
Rick Frausto's Friday Night Art Party!Rick and I have started hosting an art workshop every Friday night. It's a very mellow night to relax, meet s...
Posted by alyssssandra on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 11:53:00 PST |
Beautiful People. |
You come into my life and I am stunned by you, you beautiful people. The things you say.The things you create. The way your mouth moves. I'm awestruck. I just want to sit back on the wall, like a fly ...
Posted by alyssssandra on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 09:20:00 PST |
i went out to seek my horizon |
i went out to seek my horizon. at first i was fooled into thinking i was merely recharging my battery after leaving my headlights on. but after a week of carrying uncertainty in my gut, bob dyla...
Posted by alyssssandra on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 06:22:00 PST |
some boring ol philosophy paper... |
Alyssandra Nighswonger Non-Western Philosophy May 14th, 2007 &n
bsp; The Cave Jose Saramago I didn't real...
Posted by alyssssandra on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 08:12:00 PST |
late night love song |
The crickets are singing to me tonight.They sing to me the rhythm of a heart quivering with endearing thoughts.They sing to me the flutter of the eyelashes that accompanies a coy smile.They sing and I...
Posted by alyssssandra on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 01:16:00 PST |
low to the ground |
i watch a girl walk by
with her eyes so low to the ground.
with such quick steps,
she focuses so solemnly.
the ground isn't going anywhere.
it will be underfoot,
whether she stares or not.
it's the wi...
Posted by alyssssandra on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 09:51:00 PST |
wrung |
i feel like a washcloth,
wrung out
in two hard, calloused hands.
compressed, twisting,
my insides rub against each other
and first I gush,
then as those hard hands squeeze
a little tighter,
the...
Posted by alyssssandra on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 09:45:00 PST |
Clump |
A clump of bird,failed by the careless wind,meets the first step of my day.With no head to sense her direction,she's stagnant,sealed to my sidewalk.My lungs expand, clutching cold early air.Her lungs ...
Posted by alyssssandra on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 05:41:00 PST |
