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Rodents Don’t Reach. | Where Women Live
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. Sometimes Just the Symbol of a Saviour. The Gift of Metamorphosis →. Rodents Don’t Reach. July 18, 2012. I once called her a porcupine. A metaphor that, I admit, seemed a little off. When I found her to be. More cute than quill. Or feather-touch like flowers. Brushing arm hair and the slow. Sear flame that eats the borders. Of phobic skin and friendship. Sometimes, it’s best to frame the past. For the acts future-you will commit. And sometimes the past frames you.
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Thomas Hoad | Where Women Live
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. Author Archives: Thomas Hoad. The Gift of Metamorphosis. July 23, 2012. We lay, looking to the land’s ceiling. With the hope to control directions. Of life, of wind. And when the dark times come. Minimalism: She knows this word. The word changed her. She came to embody the word. Practicality: Previously not a part of her lexicon. To live within one’s means. Small space, small means; Large bed, big dreams; etc. Things don’t always line up. It’s the unexpected diagonals.
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I Can Never Find the Putty-Tat. | Where Women Live
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. To Place the Letters →. I Can Never Find the Putty-Tat. October 15, 2011. People told me that the sky is the limit;. When I left my cage I found walls. The window is just a virgin temptress. Lifting her skirt, arousing my interest in freedom,. The Monroe mole she calls the sun. I’ve just perched here. You’ve visited infrequently. I’ve laid my ambitions in a green sepulchre. This entry was posted in Cheryl. To Place the Letters →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. Thomas Hoad is a poet working out of a suburban city in Ontario, Canada. He has recently taken on a project to convert the images he finds in the bedrooms of his female friends to poetry based on what is present in the photograph as well as how he has come to interpret the personality of that particular woman. This is that ongoing project. Thomas’ work has been featured within Ditch Poetry. Issue 55), as well as Graffiti Kolkata 19, a broadside released in Kolkata, India.
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To Place the Letters | Where Women Live
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. I Can Never Find the Putty-Tat. I Prefer Hardcover Women →. To Place the Letters. November 4, 2011. People say they rarely see you,. That you’ve let the friendship grow cold. And I know they’ve never seen your bookshelf. Words are all we have, aren’t they? Your name in letters, cold,. Thawed by syllables and tongues untwisted. Releasing raw red hot humanity into the “Cher” half of your name. And the “yl” (ill) defined by the words you. These words love and hate. Create a fr...
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I Prefer Hardcover Women | Where Women Live
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. To Place the Letters. Sometimes Just the Symbol of a Saviour →. I Prefer Hardcover Women. November 30, 2011. She floated F and place her in my pocket. Into me and O if she could fit. Requested that I L and take her with me. But instead I placed her on the wall. Because nostalgia is a sexy pinup girl. This entry was posted in Veronica. To Place the Letters. Sometimes Just the Symbol of a Saviour →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Join 4 other followers.
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Where Women Live | A side-project by Thomas Hoad | Page 2
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. Newer posts →. Stretch Marks Scar Yesterday. August 28, 2011. My mother used to sit at the edge of the bed,. Talk of tomorrow in tongues for toddlers. Because, listen, nobody knows if you. Will still be together; in one piece/peace;. Lost in a thicket of dreamless sleep,. Pricked by morning’s bright thorns. Tomorrow sometimes determines whether or not. You should be torn limb from bloody limb. It brightens my life like a polystyrene hat. August 15, 2011. August 9, 2011.
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The Gift of Metamorphosis | Where Women Live
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. Rodents Don’t Reach. The Gift of Metamorphosis. July 23, 2012. We lay, looking to the land’s ceiling. With the hope to control directions. Of life, of wind. And when the dark times come. Minimalism: She knows this word. The word changed her. She came to embody the word. Practicality: Previously not a part of her lexicon. To live within one’s means. Small space, small means; Large bed, big dreams; etc. Things don’t always line up. It’s the unexpected diagonals. Build a websi...
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July | 2012 | Where Women Live
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A side-project by Thomas Hoad. Monthly Archives: July 2012. The Gift of Metamorphosis. July 23, 2012. We lay, looking to the land’s ceiling. With the hope to control directions. Of life, of wind. And when the dark times come. Minimalism: She knows this word. The word changed her. She came to embody the word. Practicality: Previously not a part of her lexicon. To live within one’s means. Small space, small means; Large bed, big dreams; etc. Things don’t always line up. It’s the unexpected diagonals. Happi...
