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Waking Heart

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About Me

Looking for a clean hole to fly through, the sparrow shoots his wings out toward gaps in the city- darkened buildings providing a maze of wrong turns for her, the recalcitrant sun-specThree rivers away I sit on green, plastic crate by mop water, broomsticks, black flies, and flick my cigarette over the trashcans- watching it soar until it too hits the red dirtTwo stories down yellow tractors growl their gums into the grass- they burry our footprints under piles of clay earth, like a graveyard of the travels we spent going in circlesI'm told, then, to turn off the lights lock doors and wipe tables, feeling a bit unlucky as the sparrow finds its cloud above my ceiling

My Blog

Poetry for the Rusty

I awake to the longing, again, of unfinished. Of the almosts and waiting to be less real. I sleep in my walk, wake in the breaking of blue And wonder, as most, the exact time I unraveled.   Wha...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 19:36:00 GMT

New Poem

Grandview Grille and Heavy-Eyed Looking for a clean holeto fly through,the sparrow shoots his wings outtoward gaps in the city-darkened buildingsproviding a maze of wrong turnsfor her, the recalcitra...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 13:33:00 GMT

Falling Into

It was winter, West Virginia, and you were four. Nose glued to half frozen window pane, you watched the snow fall slowly. Grandma's 1950's funky floor radiatorheated your wiggly toes as the thick red ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:57:00 GMT

For the Friend, Hopeless Romantic, and Bored

  You blow the dust off The cracking cover of our journal, The one for years we sent back and forth Between hardship and heartbreak- Our thoughts passing by hands Of post office employees everywh...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 21:00:00 GMT

The Last Dawn, First

Everyone has those days. You know, the ones where almost everything makes you sleepy and smiley and all you want to do is passss out or watch a movie. Luckily for me, this day also proved to be, in i...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 18:22:00 GMT

An Unknown Master

Today, I find my footsteps following the words from poems like Lacrimae Rerum and Best-Case Scenario, both passages smudged by my dirty fingers and bearing years of coffee stains. Today has been a day...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 12:29:00 GMT

Beginnings

This Wednesday, I'll be reading a new poem at the tub for the first time in weeks. It should be a fun night, especially since I was told by a couple different (ridiculously talented) poets that they a...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 23:32:00 GMT

A Recap

Tonight, everyone living on my hall had to attend a meeting. Usually, my friends and I ignore these gatherings on purpose since they usually include a severe reprimand (usually for only us four) on h...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 22:12:00 GMT

To All The Night Owls

SO its nearly  midnight and I am loosing resources in which to procrastinate. Mind you I have yet to start studying for my online pysc quiz due in...five hours. That's when it hit me...I haven't...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 20:53:00 GMT

I am Waking Heart

My skin ripples And folds over in the wind, Morphing to sustain the silence That I may be comfortable Under unyielding stares. This chill fixes my eyes Between your frozen gazes But I can't help but...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 12:46:00 GMT