Month: November 2015

flawed

I could swear that the light feels different maybe I’m indifferent Let me shuffle, cackle, wither under the weight of our sins (your sins) Don’t bother to convert – My heart’s made of granite full of shackles and barnacles (depending on the guest). These days were a visceral reminder that you can’t always believe everything…

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Head, lungs and heart

Who are you when no one’s watching? I have a picture with that caption posted on a bulletin board above my computer. I notice that little photograph every day, and every day I find I have a new answer to the question. When no one’s watching, sometimes I’m sitting behind this computer screen browsing photographs…

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