Posts
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Why I Write
Joan Didion writes a simple four-page essay on why she writes. She stole it, just as I plan to do here, now. -
The Color Orange
I was never big on the color myself,
but he liked it,
he liked light orange,
like creamsicles,
You know the gross sticky mess on a stick,
losing someone is like a creamsicle, -
Rabbit's Foot
Hemingway states:
"In those days you did not really need anything,
not even the rabbit's foot,
but it was good to feel it in your pocket."
Rabbit's foot,
luck. -
The Dark
It's getting darker,
It's that time of the year again.
I love the dark,
the way its quiet,
the way you can sink into it,
unseen.
I miss the light though, -
Bookstore
I sit here,
drinking my six-dollar coffee,
the one that has just drained my bank account,
looking at the books that I can't afford,
but simply looking at them makes me feel better, -
Coffee
I really like coffee,
I did not use to like it though,
I wonder what changed.
What made me change my mind?
Was it just that I am getting older?
Is it that I need the caffeine?