March 2010
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Pause moment.
On May 19th, 2008 I wrote:
Summer has yet to officially arrive, but there is this feeling coursing through my veins, telling me that this summer is going to be a summer to remember. That I’m going to look back on the summer of ‘08 with the same nostalgic feeling I have when I think back to the summers of ‘03 and ‘04 - back when the nights never ended. I’ve been meeting so many new faces and...
February 2010
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2004.
The shattered glass glittered everywhere like stars. We laughed as we tilted our heads back and threw more. Cars drove down Glisan, swerving and honking, but we kept throwing. Brown, green and clear glass littered the street, twinkling. Does anyone else remember that night, or am I the only one left? It was as if twenty plus years of small town living was being taken out on that street. The only...
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Stop me, oh stop me.
On June 30th, 2008 I wrote:
I don’t know where you were all that time, but I’m glad we found each other again. It had been too long. I hope you never leave. Yesterday we drove back from the river; Katie, Kevin, Carina and I trading song selection on the iPod. The windows were down and the sunroof was open. It was raining, but we couldn’t be stopped. Our hair was flying every...
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From my adventures with Aya around Seattle on Thursday.
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Atticus Finch.
My grandmother named my dad after this fox. That is all.
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survival poem #17
because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the...
