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Affichage des messages du avril, 2012

forgetful sometimes.

Weightless towards the sky.

response to Emily Dickinson's 670 [one need not be a chamber to be haunted]

Sarcastic congrats.

Habakuk 1:5

revision, revision: aim into the pouring rain

My Weekend

My Greatest Fear

aim into the drenching rain.

I can't cry: I can't be moved.

A somewhat sarcastic deviation from my previous project.

cop out

On the futility of running away.

He builds a house

Haiku

Distress

The first return to the sea

In the navy, on the atlantic

Developmental psychology put to verse

a message from the great Sustainer

The greatest of these is love

A somewhat colloquial thanks.

noisy

uprooted again

Rebuttal to Job: A Personal Reminder

appearances are not what they seem

April Fool's

I am so foolish; I do not see