Looking At A MapDots of cities (or landmarks) lining roads that stretch through paper deserts and wrinkled national parks, and the dots are negatives ofLooking At A Map
stars I'll never reach.
The magic of the map is that it even tells the
reader where the explosions happen,
check the key in the corner. The magic of the map is
I'm never really
able to see the key until I'm speeding in
my tiny two-door through the nearest dot with nuclear winter happening immediately outside those tinted windows.
Instead I'll open up
my glov
A New SpringToday, all the crows were paired off. All the crows were colored to hide in the shadows of trees.A New Spring
While I wondered if
I was shaded to
hide in some shadow, I was reminded of this winter past.
Three crows around each other in a small circle. A portrait of flying black on the immaculate plane.
(bird brained)
Three crows. Three youths on a tire swing. Shaded to emerge in
the dim playgrounds of familiar rooks.
These negatives: black on white, and glowing whites surrounded by that dark evening
Can I tell you a story?Can I tell you a story? It's about letting go. No need to fear, Clogging your mind with smoke from a grease fire. You could never remember how best to put those out. Use the anxiety you feel at those flames leaping high, Use that to your advantage. To have a blessing in the face of being consumed? Be an arsonist to the old kindling. If you can't remember how to forget, let it burn.Can I tell you a story?
This is a story about letting yourself feel again, and not cowering from the heart you let grow too big. You had become an ambassador for the la
Our BabylonYoung Queen, Look to this king’s heart. Among the normal heave of four chambers, tributaries ofOur Babylon
blood from these rivers of life, for you I have built a sacred mountain of gardens.
Young Queen, I have fashioned a home there where only
You may abide, if it would please you (Tell me it suits you, tell me you can grow
like all flora here,) blossom in this heart.
Young Queen, Fresh with the soil of ancient words, take root
here in this tear-damp loam. Love, as if it was the mountain itself, (Tell me here will be enough, this man hangs waiting to
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Sponge Bob:"ARE YOU READY TO GO CRAZY?"
Patrick: "I'M ALREADY HEARING VOICES!"
(+ deviant watch!)
your band mate,
-jeff
Me watch.
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Member of ~macrophoto ~Nature-Club and ~youngartshowcase
Sponge Bob:"ARE YOU READY TO GO CRAZY?"
Patrick: "I'M ALREADY HEARING VOICES!"
k x
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lonely libertine: gallery
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nature abound
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