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* it’s not lake merritt’s fault I wrote this poem * the wrestler misses your bed * Travelling With My Love In A Catholic Country * Rising Into Love With You * Poems Composed on 880 North / In the Middle of the Night / In the Storm * * * Visit My Massage Website:Present Touch Massage: Ariana Waynes, CMT * * * Love these ones, too:Apocalypse AngelCubicle GirlDipti OrangepeelerMarty McConnell Perceptions PostSecret Roger Bonair-Agard Sriram Wammo The Nation Democracy Now KPFA Michael Moore Furthermore, the notes are not automated - they are all written personally by me. So, you get an extra note/memo/letter (depending on my mood), in which I might just wax philosophic on any number of topics that seem relevant, preferably in a few sentences or less. Or I might talk about how it feels that you all are in this journey with me or I might talk about updates to the site. But whether I say very much or very little on any given day, it feels more personal. Like I'm talking directly to you. I feel more connected to the folks on the notifylist. There, I've said it.
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03-11-01 - 4:50am  it's too late to write poemsbut today she said i think i love youfor the first timesaid love for the first timeafter countless kissesand amtrack ticketsberkeley to sacramento and backand other lovers in betweenthanksgiving through valentine / almost to saint patty's daywith nothing more than maybe maybetoo late at night / i'm too tired to talk about the thrill of watching those wordsspill out across the expanse of days or weekswithout her hands on my bellymy cheek against her chesti'm a mess of sneezes and tissuesfever and something like fluand surely i ought to be in bed but i can't sleep for five wordsout of the bluepressing against my headi think i love youreally?yes. i do. |
