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a five line ode to my poetry index.
a modern day view of the second-class carriage (or, weekdays). a quick memoir of september the eighth. a thousand witnesses. an eon and a day. banishment. belief and other such musings. blue period. considering your character. contemporary gipsy (a hippy love story). crazy music. envy. first cigarette. greyhound on 85th. gridlock. in short, september 13th. julie plays the hero. last cigarette, for terry olynik. my pathetic secret. my thalidomide baby. ode to communication. ode to giovanni lee alvarez (or, disenchanted). ode to the tough guy. passagers. sometimes, her name was. the seven minutes of sunrise (or, infatuation). the truth about him and i. you, lost. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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Today was the day of my first, Cigarette. It was black, Clove, Mangled and destroyed from, Days of, Hesitant consideration, In its five dollar package, In my purse, And from the very first puff, I found it, Incredibly, Dastardly, Pointless. |