Monthly Archive: March, 2013

A Series of Self: Kendra, pt. II

I’m just a girl and ┬ámy intentions were good I begged and I pleaded but I was not to be stood under I went to my own little tunnel where I climbed and… Continue reading

Wheezing for Weezy

What’s going on there, sweet emptiness of mine? Did you get lost upon your wandering, or did you just get stuck in your mind? forever, one deep, but always, cups twice, sprite and… Continue reading

Frances Elena Farmer. Want me to spell it?

“–no one ever came to me and said you’re a fool there isn’t such a thing as God somebody’s just been stuffing you it wasn’t murder i think god just died of old… Continue reading

A Series of Self: Kendra, Pt. I

Part one of Me, Myself, did not much mind. I started a new routine, where I live each day one toe at a time. I pick up one foot and then set it… Continue reading