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Seams | Lost and Found
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May 12, 2014. They call her beautiful,. Of folds and inner seas. Impervious to everything,. She’s sealed shut,. Zipped up with haphazard seams. The interior design has. Until all these waters have been exiled. She’s readied her drowning tools,. Until the stars illuminate. Her body’s made of pockets,. She busies the twine. They call her beautiful,. Of insulation and costly vacancies. Posted by Julie Hashimoto-McCreery. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Julie Hashimoto-McCreery | Lost and Found
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Author Archives: Julie Hashimoto-McCreery. August 11, 2015. Swallow with vulnerable intimacy,. Dreams that lose our feelings. While lives span and loved rain. You’re for us,. We watch, quiet,. The heart of ordered storms. It’s stretched like clockwork,. Dark and scary,. To feel like oceans,. Folded into skin and bone. Small, raw,. We’ve been the rain,. To make a warmth of. We are going, we say. The small of a person’s eye. Posted by Julie Hashimoto-McCreery. February 2, 2015. Everything is underwater,.
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Its been more than a year now… | Lost and Found
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Its been more than a year now…. April 24, 2014. I tie this whole cracked sadness,. Silver leaving two arrangements,. Round it out with a softness. Everything of skins birthed over,. We open these beggar attempts. At miles, skies beginning. Built of light and flowers,. Demanding mouths of love. And walls, grains closing harbors. The angles and words. We wonder if the sun believes. In vagabonds who move. Horizons by drawing skeletons. Investing in a scream of constellations,. We carry nothing by loving,.
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Salt Depths | Lost and Found
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February 2, 2015. Love and skies, shells of bodies,. Everything is underwater,. Your teeth and wastelands,. We are grounding gods. Our bones and brittle miles. Let’s fascinate this recklessness,. Shorelines of ourselves,. Scarce outlines of endless treading. Leave the missing to skies. And barren floats,. Deemable as madness plunging. As bodies of silence,. Salt in our skins. Sources of blue scarce. Our bodies as waters,. Posted by Julie Hashimoto-McCreery. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Diary of My Body.
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Saturday, 5 September 2009. Posted by red newsom. 13 September 2009 at 15:13. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Posts and ideas of note. I HAVE NO FOOD, a project. Ported to Blogger by TemplatesForYou. Beautiful Day Blogger Template.
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duck and pancakes: September 2009
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Saturday, 5 September 2009. Posted by red newsom. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Posts and ideas of note. I HAVE NO FOOD, a project. Ported to Blogger by TemplatesForYou. Beautiful Day Blogger Template.
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Part of an On-Going Project | Lost and Found
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Part of an On-Going Project. April 18, 2013. Brooklyn is a diagram,. A body made of heartrending. Pathways, at times strong,. Occasionally tired, scarred, growing. Brooklyn is relentless and real. But not yours, she says. A lack of sacred space,. Says its been stolen,. Torn apart, burglarized. This mess of silence and disgust. Says this vessel’s trading itself in. For a long-term relationship of resenting. Brooklyn is all of these. Where the trains dart by too hastily,. Where she can’t catch a breath,.
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