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Cdlxxvii. evening
when evening comes, we take our glasses, break them, sweep up the shards to break them again tomorrow.… more →
no one is watching
Cabled legwarmers
wrote 1 year ago: I’ve decided to start on one of my project ideas, a pair of cabled legwarmers. I’ … more →
Pattern Cooler
wrote 1 year ago: Ok, just thought I’d post this quickly, as it was sent to me by a friend and I thought it was … more →
Find patterns EVERYWHERE !
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wrote 1 year ago: We have had so much snow this year, and a few weeks ago I took a picture of some ice, clinging to th … more →
cdlxxvii. evening
wrote 3 years ago: when evening comes, we take our glasses, break them, sweep up the shards to break them again tomorro … more →
cdlxxi. poor speaker
wrote 3 years ago: i have a habit of mumbling. my tongue grows thick and i myself can hear how, from my mouth, one word … more →
cdlxv. avoiding complications
wrote 3 years ago: don’t drink. don’t smoke. don’t sleep around. don’t take drugs if you can he … more →
cdxlviii. what is this?
wrote 3 years ago: must be the song bending round the corner. must be the rush towards meaning slipping through hoops. … more →
cdxlvi. on learning to laugh it off
wrote 3 years ago: we always speak in rhythms. yeah. we always speak in rhymes. a little game i’ll never break be … more →
cdxliv. my love
wrote 3 years ago: and when it gets darker, there will always be the moon: creamy like her skin, heavy like her heart, … more →
cdlxii. i am leaving leaving behind behind
wrote 3 years ago: to inhabit this great parenthesis, this asterisk, this magnificent exclamation point. you are my new … more →
cdlx. ???
wrote 3 years ago: who knew the sky was so heavy? who knew speed could catch light’s comeuppance? who knew togeth … more →
cdli. motel room
wrote 3 years ago: this room is located far away, at the line where sky meets sea, also nearby at the line where foot m … more →
cdxlvi. language
wrote 3 years ago: sometimes i catch and call a language that isn’t mine, stepping behind a dream, raking burning … more →
cdxliv. how do you see?
wrote 3 years ago: do you see only the crisp edges where black meets white, or do you see beyond the color hidden from … more →
cdxlii. 8:30
wrote 3 years ago: there are songs about vanishing, there is fresh fruit on the table. i am sitting alone, and for once … more →
cdxxxix. i can beat anything
wrote 3 years ago: because i can remember when you had still flesh on your bones and hopes in your heart and great idea … more →
cdxxvi. this war
wrote 3 years ago: predators don’t have regrets. memory does. predators, however, unfortunately, like their prey, … more →
cdxxiii. owned nothing
wrote 3 years ago: nothing owned me. … more →
cccxcii. to the north and back
wrote 3 years ago: you said i lied when i said i had nothing to say. i had lots. … more →
