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About – morningcrafter
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Words and sometimes pictures. In 2011 I graduated with a BA in English Criticism and a minor in Women and Gender Studies from a highly selective midwestern liberal arts university. In 2013 I graduated from a larger public university. With a master’s in literature. Now I’m wandering the working world, hoping something sticks. Our Inland NW adventure. 2 thoughts on “ About. December 6, 2009 at 10:55 pm. Http:/ www.necksolutions.com/neck-problems.html. January 14, 2010 at 7:10 am. Please link all of them.
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space between days | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Posted on March 1, 2013. It seems the best moment,. The lightest, happiest ray. Occurs in the shadowy peak of night. A dreamlike trance with the gentle hum. Of a car, revving back and forth in a characteristic pattern. Quiet click and a muffled squeal,. Silver of light and the shuffling of fabric. I spend the afternoons and mornings. Longing for that moment. When i can writhe under the sheets.
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april homecoming | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Posted on April 5, 2013. What words can express. How much I love this man. With the eyes that linger lovingly. On every cell of flesh,. Who leans in close just to breathe me,. Who loves me still. Though I’m faded from the winter. To the one who brings me everything,. From happiness to despair. Just by the look in his eyes. What syllables could I submit. That have not pettily been offered before.
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September | 2012 | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Browsing All Posts published on »September, 2012«. It seems mostly mesopic these days. September 26, 2012. Red wine and rain. September 7, 2012. Artwork by donny gettinger. Check out some artwork by a favorite artist of mine. The random ramblings of confused acquaintances. A series of letters exchanged between two friends. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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Everything in its right place | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Everything in its right place. Posted on January 14, 2014. The next day I built four terrariums and potted a zygo cactus. Because these are the things that make me happy. Because these are the things I wanted to do with my first few steps alone. Larr; april homecoming. Yo yo →. Be the first to start a conversation. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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January | 2014 | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Browsing All Posts published on »January, 2014«. Everything in its right place. January 14, 2014. Artwork by donny gettinger. Check out some artwork by a favorite artist of mine. The random ramblings of confused acquaintances. A series of letters exchanged between two friends. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “city calm down”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.
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the girl who waited | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. The girl who waited. Posted on March 9, 2013. But trapped in the vault of a somber dream,. Lingering on fading memories. And the burden of loss. Hangs heavy like a thick noose…. Already a ghost in more ways than one. Wanting to reach out at every moment of every day. If he comes back,. I promise to never forget. To press close at night. If he comes back,. I promise to cut avocados. Follow &ldqu...
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April | 2013 | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Browsing All Posts published on »April, 2013«. April 5, 2013. What words can express how much I love this man with the eyes that linger lovingly on every cell of flesh, who leans in close just to breathe me, who loves me still though I’m faded from the winter. What to say to the one who brings me everything, from happiness to despair just by […]. Artwork by donny gettinger.
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city calm down | Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. | Page 2
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Newer posts →. December 15, 2015. It was much too warm for snow. she waited expectantly but all that came was rain. rain. three cups of coffee, five mugs of tea: how to master the perfect day. she didn’t want to be here, but no one should be surprised: a doctor with the disposition of an artist. the threat of the […]. December 11, 2015. A new approach for the end of the year. December 11, 2015.
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an execution | city calm down
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Wasting hours with the gritty grounds of cheap black coffee, hoping to find adventure at the bottom of the cup. Posted on March 6, 2013. Watching the shadows grow long. Along the wooden floorboards. Marking off the hours until judgment,. Stand trial at the dining room table. A mascara smeared tissue. With the subtlest of blades. But so ponderous in weight. For now it looms,. Into scraps of glittering velvet. Waiting for the inevitable,. He’s never coming back. And everything is lost. A lack of sleep.
