i try to avoid this meta-writing crap, and i promise this will be the last for a while. i keep having people write me emails commenting on a poem, which i love, but i also love getting comments posted here. it is a fetishistic thing. somehow it is more concrete, more real, when placed here. it feels like being a movie star. and we all know i love being a movie star. so please, feel free to comment. tear apart my writing with your ichor-drenched canines, i thrive on it.
latest.sweetings
other.people.speak
- Charles McGuigan on a.surge
- brendan on boing!
- Lori Guidos on boing!
orderly.universe
the.past(for)ever
swarm.of.words
almond-eyes
alone
arcadia
art
baptism
breast
breasts
broken
c–
cambodia
canoe
carnal
carnality
catherine
cc
celeste
christ
coho
cuddles assignment
dance
death
divine
dream
drown
egyptian
eros
essay
father
flute
g–
god
goddess
godling
goth
greek
green
haiku
hair
happy
heartbreak
hlg
ink
joclyn
kimmi
kiss
kristov
lie
life
light
lonely
love
lust
lynlihn
magi
mo
muse
music
n–
nathanial
nectar
nettle
nmh
numbers
opium
pebble
pelagic
poemsong
princeling
ramble
recitation
ripple
s–
saliva
samson
scandal eyes
sestina
sky that leaps
slam
slut
snow
song
sonnet
spring
stranger
sunset
sven
time
tirstan
tongue
treasure
truth
tuvalu
wandering
water
waterfall
whimsy
woman
youth
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