i've noticed
that every few minutes
when i'm around you
you tug at your nails
and i get tempted to ask,
"are you excavating
extra cinnamon
and would you be willing to share?"
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- butterfly heart haiku
- pouring some out of the bottle for Brother Gil.
- the kid and the Big C.
- haiku 5.31.11
- sneak peek at the newest work!!
- crabs in the barrel observation #3
- broadway junction and its underbelly.
- haiku 5.26.11
- cotton upon cotton(for Aislin)
- nail bed of cinnamon
- crabs in a barrel observation #2
- haiku 5.24.11
- a homeless person's gaze, take 2
- merlot lips(for Tonalti)
- crabs in the barrel observation #1
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- drops of evening dew
- words above a cloud
- the vertigo of the vertical climb( a mental ramble)
- giving goosebumps
- sorrow's own library
- upward fight
- the coolness of clouds
- haiku 5.13.11
- a homeless person's gaze, take 1
- a heart's suspension
- haiku 5.11.11
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