it has been a while... again. 2011 has been the most stressful year of all time, so i haven't really had time to blog.
i never know what to post on this thing & somehow realized that a blog could be an excellent outlet to post my writing... especially since no one ever reads this. i have months worth of writing, so this could take up several posts.
Southbound
lazy afternoons.
slow. moth-eaten/beautiful.
small-town dust & sun.
glazed by the echo
of summer winds floating by,
all peace fades to night.
Beach Music
Claire, Claire,
Claire with the hair
goes to the water to drown,
unafraid of losing all
memories there.
No family of friends to renounce.
As best laid plans
of men oft stray,
Claire finds herself on land.
& as she dries
her mangled mane,
counts her troubles
with every strand.
love. sb
