i can’t escape the sound of a lawnmower today and i wonder what will become of me if my arms are extended. today, the surface is beige & the sound is engine…
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It was only in retrospect that I noticed your smile. The first time I noticed, your face was inches from mine. Your palm was covering my parted lips, your torso hovering over mine…
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Virginia Woolf said a room of one’s own, but sometimes all you need it a moment of one’s own. This is how I feel – trodden by SF’s cement, concrete hillsides…
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I crept up slowly with the pre-dawn darkness, the stars still blazing against the darkness of 4am, no expectancy of any light to come…
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