Refrigerator Magnet poem #1
He said look. But the smile came from the wall above. In the distance the crow congratulated the cold water wake.
Art Attack five minute poem
We weren’t always machines. Your frosted breath birthed steel like cheap Midas. Feed me screws and kiss me with hammers until we melt into summer shadows coated in velveted barbed wire.
This is a song I wrote in fall of 2010 for one of...
The French Seam →
This is a wonderful little sewing shop in Indianapolis!
Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins!
I got this recipe from Allrecipes.com, but I have a few notes you can read at the bottom! I made these over fall break and they were delicious! Ingredients: 1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese 1 egg 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 3 tablespoons brown sugar 4 1/2 tablespoons all-purpose flour 5 tablespoons white sugar 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon 3 tablespoons butter 3 tablespoons chopped pecans ...
Activities for the week of Halloween:
Watch several appropriate movies: Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Coraline, Hocus Pocus, etc. Drink wine. It’s always a good idea. Hold a seance in East College Carve pumpkins Finish sewing Halloween costume
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I’ve been lying in this bed for close to a year, and I’ve had a lot...– Danny Darquette, Grey’s Anatomy
"I don't care if she is a tape dispenser. I love... →
We weren’t exactly children again, too many divorces, too many blood panels, but your leaning into me was a sleeping bird. Sure, there was no way to be careful enough, even lightning can go wrong but when the smoke blows off, we can admire the work the fire’s done ironing out the wrinkles in favor of newer ones, ashy furrows like the folds in the brain that signal the...
Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, they just can’t love you...– Grey’s Anatomy
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.– Anne Carson, The Autobiography of Red
15 minute outside poem
You shook these trees for me once. That photo lives in the dresser at my parents’ house. I need to remember your teeth. This year your mother makes two less cups of soup, you sit on a London curb, and I rip nauseating white flowers from my own grave.