Tag Archives: Vanina

groWing up

After a while you learn The subtle difference between Holding a hand and chaining a soul And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t always mean security. An you begin to learn That kisses aren’t contracts And … Continue reading

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Ode to the poets among us

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dust-biter crew

what will i do once she’s gone the one who keeps me present when slacker garbed ghosts lurk around each grammatically plastered bend I hover frolicking with thin, dusty apparitions I used to dream from this seat yearning and pine … Continue reading

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Catch a Body

Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell anybody anything” is a string of words I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract by laser from the ribcage of all of … Continue reading

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