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the first (and only) green bean we grew is misshapen an “L” for love at least we’ve got that down even if we are not gardeners but maybe one more will grow I’ll split this one with you
the first (and only) green bean we grew is misshapen an “L” for love at least we’ve got that down even if we are not gardeners but maybe one more will grow I’ll split this one with you
deep in the valley staring up at the mountains smiling, warm, giddy enjoying the local flora, honeysuckle tiny droplets with a hint of sugar the peach juice is imported but it suits the atmosphere and hydrates faster counting breaths getting lost in thee double digits drop a penny in a well causing ripples and making […]
when I fell in love with the mask it had been worn so long the wearer didn’t know it was there either I made many mistakes and overlooked the peeling at the edges her only mistake was underestimation she grew to understand a self beneath the mask but wouldn’t tell me outright hoping I would […]
And now for a slight change of pace. (And because she likes things that rhyme.) Thanks for Fucking Up To all the fumbling hands before me that didn’t put a ring on hers, I must speak my gratitude for every beautiful day that occurs. Thanks for letting go of the best you’ll ever know. She’s […]
though I never intended to forgive you somehow it seems I did most of the fallout and cleanup you never knew but the joy of now outweighs it it seemed unlikely, if you knew me. Was it for the best? I never asked now I know
I wrote this some time ago, but did not publish it. I think a friend may need to read it now though. I promise it gets easier to put your insides back together, Sherri. <3 slack you never wanted to hold hands so we walked with a ribbon tied from my waist to yours when […]
–You like your poetry with a bit of rhyme. So I threw some into here (kind of, sometimes).– Some prefer pictures. Others scoff, “They’re not deeds.” But words still mean so much to someone like me. Authors weave their text while extroverts talk lots. I’ll always be both if I like it or not. We’ve […]
To the Well-Meaning Meddler, I must object to your recent attempt at intervention. There is a difference between busted and lost. I am not “repairing” myself. If anything, I’m upgrading. Truthfully, I’m still figuring it out; but I do know that it’s not a restoration project. So you can stop waiting. Just because I am […]