Painting

April 12, 2017

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I can’t write sober I must become fluid must loosen up shake up wake up unlock pour myself out like a kicked over paint can spilling color all over the place   Advertisements

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April 12, 2017

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sometimes you make me feel like the first day we met you wrote my name down in your journal and circled it with hearts and stars and read it every night in bed and told my name to all your friends and wrote your name beside it and carved it into trees until one day […]

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Melatonin

April 12, 2017

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There’s a moment when the melatonin kicks in and I  m                              e                                l                           […]

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I read the comments

April 12, 2017

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I wish that I could give you pretty words about tomorrow wrap them up with ribbons and set them underneath a tree take you out to dinner and wait until dessert have the waiter sing a song for the restaurant to see   I wish that I could mark up plans for days after tomorrow […]

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Ramble

April 7, 2017

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Let me be clear: You don’t know me. You don’t owe me your insight from your ivory tower of “understanding”   You misunderstand   One in-depth conversation and you think you’ve been by my side for my whole life understand the words I write you think you’re under my skin you’ve gotten into my head […]

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Day Five

April 5, 2017

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We meet for Sunday tea at the cafe around the corner under the painted wooden sign with the letters you can’t read   It’s a short walk down the road under clouds that float like feathers and a sun that’s warm like chocolate when it’s melted on a stove   The carriages go creaking across the cobblestones […]

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Day Four – an elegy

April 5, 2017

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Some background: Up until November 2016 I was a newspaper designer at a design hub that was purchased by a larger company. Every designer and copy editor was laid off, the number of jobs reduced and moved elsewhere (we were able to apply for the relocated jobs should we want to.) They spread out the […]

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