In liminal space
words don’t always work
hands where I can see them
drop those nouns and verbs.
propelled by giddy uncertainty
I’m navigationally challenged
to say the least.
I’ll build a map of glorious contradictions
to get from there
to here.
adjectives and adverbs
make poor smoke signals
biting my lip
to keep careworn cliches
from tumbling out.
tracing the sea of points
that punctuates your shoulders
the shortest distance
between any [...]
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smoke signals
Happy Pride!
And what did we learn from this? Never tag your flickr picture “tits.” No matter how much it ups your view count, it’s not worth it.
On a side note: apparently I have the knowledge to be considered a Professional in Human Resources, or at least pass the stupid exam. I would’ve [...]
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I haven’t been feeling much like writing lately. I know that creativity comes in waves so I’m just trying to roll with it.
Where am I?
Studying for my PHR. That’s pronounced “PHArrrrghhh!” Well okay, that’s a lie, but it probably should be.
I killed Amanda Palmer
The title of this piece in no way condones or supports violence against women.
