Hannah

April 4th for Cadi: i. What do you do when you're just too scared? When your wrists aren't held by ropes but by tangles of neurons crossed like stars? to ...

April 4th worked: incandes toasted and honeyed and prescribed zinc pills to get the cold out but walking under a thousand miles of blankets, time is still dense. you will ...

This is for you. famous thin walls pastactions imprinted in the wallpaper and in the wooden floors and in the gaping doorways between rooms. i can hear through the floor. ...

Thanks, Audy. (: April 4th unworked: famous thin walls pastactions imprinted in the wallpaper and in the wooden floors and in the gaping doorways between rooms. i can hear through ...

Oooohh, good point, Hannah dear, thanks! Although, I was actually pointing out that both the girl and the lonely cloud up in the sky is His, so, well yeah I ...

I told the nurse the trouble with not knowing where you're from is not knowing how to express your pain all you end up is the hung open silence of ...

I like this: My hair, the spiders did bequeath; Their webs to catch the dew. But I somehow liked it more when I thought it was a human and not ...

Like a scarecrow in a crop circle ahh!

Frenzy excites the businessman, Red stains keeps the wife up late. What? Oh my god. So weird. You could interpret this in so many different ways, this poem. I love ...

write more about your mom making you angry!

April 3rd worked: interior oil-painted fin(ger)stains on the curtains. i cannot see beyond the brocade tinder-driftwood -- deep brown thread sewn back and forth obsessed until the rest of the ...

April 3rd unworked: amiss my sisters are fingers half-burnt on the plastic of microwave dinners that we brought in bags slung over the handlebars of bikes swaying off balance three ...

It's gorgeous, Skye. I especially love these moments: Everything two shades too yellow Because colors are so strong, and this emphasis works well. Or be able to taste trees on ...

I lie outside in the heat and leaves where my skin boils red and thick so you cannot see through. yeah, girl. i love you!

You are so awesome, Rydia. I love hickety-pickety, and I love the little fragments that are so punchy in the rabbit dad poem. ahhhh.