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I found a letter today tucked away behind the chemical boxes for the photo machines in a dusty cobwebbed crevice with gunky goo from who knows what sticking the letter snugly in place. I'll be honest, I didn’t want to touch it. There were holes in the walls surrounding the area that were perfect fit pathways for what I imagined a highway of pink sticky dirt worms. Though I am sure it would be a highway of cute worms, with sweet gigantic eyes, big silly grins, and shiny bald worm heads that I wou… Continue

Today, I awoke them.

Spring has sprung as the snow mounds have begun melting and the sun is blazing its fire beams again. The gravel roads are now unfrozen and free to chomp and crunch beneath traveler's feet. Like teeth chewing munching crunches of breakfast cereal were the rocks beneath my shoes, today. The hills were quiet with empty houses, and the wind held her breath. All I could hear was the slurping and gulping from the drink I merrily inhaled, and the chomping feast of rubble beneath m… Continue

I seem to post multiple things in multiple places, but it is only so that multiple eyes can hopefully enjoy the things that I find beautiful and exciting. Here are three poems from two different blog entries that I posted via my myspace. . .All from various issues from this years subscription to The Sun Magazine. Whenever I make my way to the post office to see that a magazine has arrived I quickly… Continue