Monthly Archives: May 2012
Say nothing you walk quietly past the sycamores and pause at your father’s oak tree (planted 1963, it ages consistently twenty-odd-something collected years behind you) grow slowly now with only one voice forcing ideas into your thoughts. Sadly after planting … Continue reading
i will not be writing anything of importance because it’s my birthday and all of my words have been eaten by a bizarre case of green tea ice cream
In case anyone is curious as to why I skipped page 9 of Terse, you can actually find it in an earlier post on this blog. It’s just being a jerk out of order.