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Sometimes I Fall Down: Bitchcraft (28/30)
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. I finally fell behind after being ahead or on time all month. Bring lipgloss and sweetgrass -. Mix glitter in the circle salt. Brass knuckles in the wine glass. Cunt blood in the cookies. Curse every ceiling between you. And becoming a star. Curse the man who touched your ass on the subway,. The boss who winked. When you asked for extra hours,. The boy who came too soon,. Toast the women with you.
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Sometimes I Fall Down: Trip Home 01
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Saturday, May 16, 2015. Tomorrow morning I'm flying home. And after three weeks at home. I'll go back home. I buy lunch on the street and dinner too. I pay for things mostly in coins, some paper, never plastic. I don't drink the tap water. I don't put my trash in a dumpster, I wait for the truck playing cute music to come by and take it down (or more often than not my roommate does because I'm at work). I'll be experien...
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Sometimes I Fall Down: 08.13
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Thursday, August 29, 2013. I took the longest writing. Sunday, August 11, 2013. A Poem for Cory. A Poem for Cory by Ginna Funk Wallace. A poem about cigars! Made for this fundraiser. Sunday, August 4, 2013. Rough Draft for Paul. Tell me what it’s like to be a house. To have a ten bedroom heart,. Ten beds per room,. Room for all, tell me what it’s like. To be a hallway. Lined with couches, hung. With art, a kitchen.
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Sometimes I Fall Down: enough soul and a home
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Enough soul and a home. Enough soul and a home. After francine j harris. Every soul deserves a good arm. Chair and a grave. The soul says,. No more cell in my living room. In my grave. There's a christmas tree. Still up in the corner, in May, garlanded. With teeth. and souls. Take it down, says the cell. to the grave. I stopped listening to the cell. Carved. Off my ears with a wooden spoon,.
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Sometimes I Fall Down: Trip Home 02
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Tuesday, May 19, 2015. I was on my way home, on schedule, ticking off my to-do list, making great time, everything was fine, until I found. In the Taipei airport I bought a few treats at the duty-free to share with people when I got home. On the first flight I kinda dozed for about an hour on and off. Free wi-fi was too awesome to sleep through, so no sleep in Tokyo. I just wanted to nap. The torta was so amazing. We th...
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Sometimes I Fall Down: 25/30: exhausted
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Friday, April 24, 2015. Of being angry about houses. I don't have the tools to rebuild. I'm tired of waiting for flowers. To arrive. Tired of looking. Over shoulders not my own. Tired of counting and counting,. And counting things I need to be. Counting. Tired of math. And of language, tired of all. The things I don't know. Tired. Of not sleeping enough. And of sleeping too much. Tired of sleeping around. Tired. This Bl...
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Sometimes I Fall Down: 08.14
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Friday, August 1, 2014. August challenge to myself: 31 days of editing and submitting. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This is where I'll post poetry and essays just because I can. As an artist I always want critiques, and as an Aries Moon I can damn handle whatever you've got. View my complete profile. Here are some poets I admire. Jennifer E. Hudgens. Here are some Blogs I endorse. Megan Chapman's Studio blog.
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Sometimes I Fall Down: Trip Home 04
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Thursday, May 21, 2015. There is a pallet in my father's van. There is a lake in southwest Arkansas. What more does anyone need to know? Really, you won't cry at all, I promise! Um, how much enamel do you need for the rest of your life? I've been eating like a queen. Today we baked potatoes and took the leftover porterhouse and sliced up inside with blue cheese on top. Even our leftovers are magical. Well, it's time to ...
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Sometimes I Fall Down: 04.14
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Sometimes I Fall Down. Here She Dove and Did Not Rise; Here She was Never More Happy. Wednesday, April 30, 2014. 30/30: this time it's personal and it's naked and it's ugly. And it's prose. Whoops. What is living for and can't I just sleep under an overpass and start drunk fights with strangers and get my teeth knocked out? Why do I feel like shit and why do I want someone something to make me feel like shit? Because then I'd have an actual reason for feeling this way that I cannot otherwise name? Withou...
