the son of perdition
the starfish moon
God is wearing a white coat
dragons
bag ladies
that your feet flake in your socks
dad isn't coming back
the sound the pinata makes when it bursts
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"Listen to me. All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don't matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake." -Jean Rhys
Inspirations
- fear
- what I thought I heard
- between asleep and awake
- a honey bee
road trips
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- Wedding Vows (revised)
- blessed are the poor in spirit
- In the belly of the whale
- Tendons walk before You
- Things I believe in
- My father-- in five parts
- The laugh of God
- The slice of orangeon the counter,shriveled--a cru...
- flashback
- He parted with pink lips--but pink licks and strip...
- A solid lover
- empezar
- call a spade a spade
- My fault
- She used to talk about grace
- weaved by flaming tongues above.
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