--Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
we're miles away from nowhere
and the wind doesnt have a name
so call it what you want to call it
still blows down the lane
Don't take me seriously, this is not a professional forum for my writing or happenings in my personal life.
Things you may see:
unfinished novel chapters.
stories about strangers.
honest, unedited writing.
|Poetry||2002-06-16||Rusted and wind.|
|Poetry||2002-04-21||Roses were always a bitch to plant|
|Short Story||2002-02-23||Unsaid penetration and sureness of touch|
|Poetry||2003-03-26||variant of obsolete|
|Poetry||2004-12-15||sukkot begins at sundown|
|Short Story||2006-01-18||barren assistance|
|Poetry||2009-09-20||on not winning|
|Poetry||2012-11-13||Sealing the leftovers|