Monday, October 17, 2011


I don’t write enough.

None of my words are
floating in the air and
orbiting around
my apartment building

or refracting the sunlight and
forming tiny shadows in the neighborhood park...

I have, however, been reading a lot of poetry.

Dense, layered, complex; poetry is the language of life.

The world has ears, and there are many stories to tell it.

I have a story to tell.

- Buy the books pictured here, here, here and here

- I am wearing a shirt given to me by my mother, pants from H&M, a thrifted scarf and socks from Urban Outfitters.

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