February 2010
Write one leaf about blowing bubbles.
(via writeoneleaf)
Blowing bubbles reminds me of Cinderella and the rest of the princess lot from my childhood. I think of labor laws when I think of bubbles and fireplaces and ash trays and families being disappointing. Because no bubble is shining round and glossy, a perfect sphere of colors, glistening uncontaminated. Not in a sooty room with your common hands and callous feet.
If there is...
January 2010
Second chances are used up too easily-
Especially when you feel certain you’re getting them.
The name’d be Gabrielle. The one that writes nonsense a little too frequently about conception, the earth as a mystery, decrepit mirrors, patchy stuffed animals, broken heels and mum’s lime salad dressing.
I’m often called vacant or preferably “dreamy,” full of holes and broken pieces that no one feels...