Pompadour

19/30 london: it has ceased to rain my hedges have caught on fire from last summer where you set those firecrackers loose (but forgot to light them). I only saw ...

18/30 my trenchcoat dislikes tildes~ my trenchcoat is punctuated with philosophies bartering wide, plains, and rivers running upstream. it is buttoned up with periods, lined with lacquer (and somewher

17/30 blindheart, i still remember you; it may cause an aching for you to know but i have moved on. and it gives me solace, even if i am not ...

16/30 reminders sometimes~ what are you but brevity on a sidewalk (that will not last past its written apocalyptic mooring)? or perhaps, you already consider yourself sparse, filled with life, ...

15/30 a lost poem there was a poem here surrounded by floral patterns and covered over with grit (and nausea) and a thin layer of excitement, that feeling you get ...

14/30 Moon, don't follow me home, please, do not track me with your gaze. Let me hide in my closet, shuttered down, blinds folded around me—please let me write about ...

13/30 branching out warning signs i was told, when everything began to landslide, that my beginnings are abrupt, and the middles dragging on, and that i ought not to uproot ...

INKHEART

Poor Bob... KEEP GOING, KATYA, KEEP GOING

12/30 circa we're trying to find out poetry asleep on your television set like a cat like a warning sign sigh sighs buzzing with radioactive toxins and shuddering breaths poetry ...

11/30 a jar of incense from a healer's heart i lit a flame inside a jam jar for you, with a whiff of rosemary—the fickle flower— and raat ki raani ...

'Mirror Mirror' is so awful it's laughable.

10/30 Yesterday, we went for a walk twice a circuit around the park and up the hill, to contemplate what the meaning of Us is. We figured it was far ...

9/30 have you seen the sky crying on the sidewalk? it is not the rain beating down on my roof tonight that makes me wonder if the clouds ever tire ...

8/30 street art i~ dreary mornings taste like turpentine against my lips, but that is what i have been drinking, and i cannot stop—i've forgotten how to stop—for the bleariness ...