Dear mother,

Rinsing out my soy milk recycling, I gag three times. Is the earth worth it?


written by Leah Jul, 27 10:24 am

grace

How goes the salvation of your soul?

Written by Leah Jul 25, 3:38 pm

lines

Last night i dreamt I was an actor with pink dreads. I couldn't remember my lines. Each dread was a line, forgotten in disuse. They weighed heavy on my head.

written by Jonathan Jul 22, 9:03 am.

wrist

he is on my wrist in the form of a handkerchief, rose embroidered, cologne scented.

written by Leah sent Jul 24, 11:20 am

think time

i teach first graders. I teach them skills for life like how to be nice and zesty vocabulary like "snarl." my co lab partner also teaches them. She does not know how to be nice. But she definitely knows how to snarl. Maybe [she] needs some think time.


Written by Grace Jul 8, 6:58 pm

thread count

College girl turned teacher i finally have sheets with a good thread count. I guess this is what it means to have a job.

Written by Grace

ready to hit the Big Easy

the eager young missionary gladly helped clean the filthy Passat wiping down windows. shining the dash. ready to hit the road for the Big Easy. keen to first see the girl in St. Louis.

Written by Glenda Jul 21, 9:58 am

the dance

did i tell you the other day that when he and i interpretive danced we were caught and captivating? We were the moths circling the porch light, we were the porch light enthralling the moths.

Written by Leah; Jul 21, 9:54 am

metro poem 3:

I only just noticed that the woman in a chef uniform sitting the seat ahead of me doesn't have her right ear. Grease fires flash through my mind. Her life story must be thick as stew.

Written by Leah

Metro poem 2

I'm waiting for the metro that will take me to the closest stop to the wholefoods where I bought charcoal last week and didn't use and lost the receipt for. My thumbs finding keys is like digging in to a box of kleenex when a runny nose brings you two inches from despair.

Written by Leah

12:28 am

I will not force you to go to sleep nor can i order sleep to come and steal you. What I will do is wave good night and whisper my prayer: good night sweet dreams which really means, I love you.

Written by Leah

sea shell up to my ear

His North Carolina "you know's" are rising in my ear. Pushing drift wood on to the shore and dragging loneliness out.

thanks to raisetsu on flickr.com for this image

Written by Leah

fresh fish

Her eyes glittered like a freshly caught fish, and from the moment I saw her, I was hooked.

thanks to Mike Hartz on flickr.com for this image

Written by Leah