Category Archives: Cryptic
106 – I wish I could just sit down and listen to things–inside, outside. (or: hipsters and overachievers, womanizers and los angeles)
I thought it was a lie, but maybe I just didn’t know I was right.
093 – I’ll Believe In Anything
Today has been probably the most comfortable (cozy) day in Colorado so far this summer, if not one of the most comfortable Colorado days I can even remember. Today has been probably one of my most helplessly, blithely liberating days … Continue reading
088 – Ashes
son came back to mother in ashes tongue tied lungs tight Oh to the boy she said goodbye to a man at the door without a word she expected the new s that he would as any would when he … Continue reading
074 – Whatever I am
i’m just spouting. don’t take this creative. don’t take me seriously, generally speaking Whatever I am, has it been the same as it always has? I don’t know if I’m writing this because it’s almost midnight and I hadn’t really … Continue reading
Filed under Allusion to Past Entries, Cryptic, Fear, Messy, Stream of Consciousness
073 – Protection
Of all the pools of pupils I’d swum in so deeply that night, yours is the only pair I seem to come back to, with its blue banks in a pure space, square-ready in place, and as I entered them … Continue reading
Filed under Cryptic, More Art Than Experience
064 – Goldilocks of Good Intentions
free-write-ish written last night… I have been exploring how much and how little it takes to love someone. For maybe the first time in my life, I’ve been consciously pushing effort into many of my relationships. I don’t know if … Continue reading
Protected: 062 – None the Whys, or
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Filed under Cryptic, Fear, Passworded, Short
