This isn't very good, and this may never be that great. This is an experiment in fear. Facing it, that is.
I decided to stop fearing it, and start living it. That's what life is about right?
And I love those words.
Those hundreds and hundreds of words.
Each link is a book of poetry: this first one is incomplete. It will be updated (hopefully) frequently. All .txt files: for the time being. Perhaps one day each will get it's own page, but for now they are words for one book.
And in advance, I apologize.
i. spring manuscript: matte
a. constellation #1 (041903)
b. And what of you? (041903)
c. Three Notes on Miss Good (041903)
d. It was love in three hours (032503)
e. Pulse (0422803)
f. The girl who smiled sunshine (042803)
g. Me (050503)
h. Butterfly (052603)
i. Half Past One (052103)
ii. summer manuscript: mood & nostalgia
a. some signal (080503)
b. magic kingdom (07/03)
c. lullaby (082303)
d. littlesillynow (090603)
e. implied (090603)
f. with blistered heart on nostalgia (090903)
g. second verse (091803)
