They wander between posters and bursts of music
She is learning confidence as she flirts
with the Irish poet
She floats through a building
not quite her own
Drifting, neither child nor adulthood
Somewhere between pretentiousness & art
She buys a button
She finds the switch

a light.

September ’07


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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

Constructive critique is actively encouraged!

I am usually singing words as well as writing them, and make lots of other art. You can find me & my other art at any of the below links. x





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