I can steal the words and sing the song but I still can’t say… the mirror follows me in pale blue but you know I look away when it’s time…
dear darlin i wish i took your picture running down the street behind me in the mirror of my morning frost on the windshield in short white boy-shorts and bare…
“Hey there Delilah what’s it like in New York City?” la la lala la la mmmm mmm mmmm CLICK http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=h_m-BjrxmgI&noredirect=1#! green shirts and faded jeans with cuffs frayed at my heals…
almost fiction something new, something old, something borrowed, something blue… almost fiction. how is an artist born? how far is the fiction from the truth? how impassioned are the recollections of…
Leanan-sidhe and Raphael 300 and 47 days til Valentines.. here with you now looking for my love and a song and a lemon tree and all the words we used…
My first post here one year ago… #love Once upon a time I opened my locker and hundreds of Valentine’s fell out…hundreds, just like they do in the movies… I…
Sitting in a basement… When my nephew was born I was sitting in the basement writing a letter to that little boy listening to Black Boys on Mopeds wondering what…
less is more “For the first time I’m trying to be something that is real.” “…and though I know I’m starting again it feels like this is the end…” someone…
Bus stops and ballads and empty lyrics slip in between the chill. Fingers in gloves too thin and wiggling my toes inside my socks inside my runners waiting for the…
Dear Darlin’ I see friends shaking hands saying “how do you do?…” They’re really saying, “I love you.” That’s where you’ll find me…with a stainless steel cup, a green tea…
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