OK. oh, Kei. summer never seemed so short you and your hobbies if you smiled less and smiled more would you be seen for what you are? solid, beating, thundering hearts are for lesser men so you say corporeal, shackled, lumbering and yet yours is the knowledge of mortality using your flaws as a weapon … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2011
weekend writing
This Saturday will mark the beginning of what I hope to make into a weekly habit – getting out of the house to write. I had originally thought to do it at the library, but realized that they would likely frown on beverages there, and I have to have coffee or tea. Then it hit … Continue reading
breaking the silence
Rhys has been talking to me lately, courtesy of listening to a lot of MuteMath. For the last few months, when I’m driving around listening to music, imagining things, the people who move, the people whose faces I’ve seen, have mostly been Camille, Mac, Hayley, Kei, and Jul. But in the past week or so … Continue reading
the siren
in my head he sings the summer and calls the moon in my mind he uses verse a tool that could be used to terrify or flood gates and heartstrings but the timbre now is only rain falling steadily surely unrelentingly surely not I’m afraid so his heartblood drips over mine floodgates just so the … Continue reading
Aine Crabtree 