A prickly tickly little tree
Ouchies, Ouchies, you hurt me
Dare I say, who might you be?
A little prickly trickly cacti is me!
Tuesday Nov 11 @ 01:57am
Monday Nov 11 @ 11:10pmI know it’s a tad bit late…but come winter I will be starting the Harry Potter books.
Hello Public Library…we meet again.
Monday Nov 11 @ 10:40pmmargaret called me to her apartment-
i drove at about 4 am listening to sigur ros and
smoking cigarettes-she called me over to show me
a shot gun shell she had made into a small flower pot-
“it’s ironic, don’t you think, matthew?”
“i do think,” i thought, “and yes, it is ironic.”
Monday Nov 11 @ 07:21pmAn elderly woman,
Lives at the top of Chartham Street,
A lonely woman,
The children jeer at her withered face.
The adults pity her,
Three lost babes,
A dead marriage,
Torn and ripped apart,
The brutality of war devours all.
She has been forever alone;
Her…
