August 6, 2014

‍Neither my files nor I are lossless

Both my words and my illiterate love losing their shit

I intended a soft, true tongue to deliver it all

but it comes out with teeth

picketing an ever-grinding jaw

blog Archive

July 12, 2020Best Day of the Year
March 23, 2019Funny
January 27, 2019Loss Historic
December 25, 2018Ghost of Cinnaminiatures Future
November 18, 2018In The Library With The Moving Bookshelves
August 14, 2018Junk Drawer Magazine Summer 2018
April 24, 2018I Write Love
February 15, 2018Vision & Visions
February 11, 2018Junk Drawer
January 30, 2018The Death You Died
January 24, 2018Baby
January 16, 2018Wells
January 9, 2018Blue & Pink
February 14, 201720/20
November 20, 2016Colombia Collection 10-12
November 19, 2016Colombia Collection 7-9
November 18, 2016Colombia Collection 4-6
November 17, 2016Colombia Collection 1-3
February 11, 2016A Television Set or a Nice Steak or a Mirage
February 3, 2016Remembering The Day The Music Died
January 10, 2016Letters to My Past Selves Pt. 2
December 27, 2015Cinnaminiatures EOY
November 15, 2015Fast and Forward
October 11, 2015What We Do Some Sundays in October
September 30, 2015High Lives
September 15, 2015Letters to My Past Selves Pt. 1
May 14, 2015The Anonymous Children that Bum Me Out
January 21, 2015Things That Make My Throat Hurt
January 4, 2015Bad Writer
August 6, 2014
July 7, 2014A Seven/Seven Happy Birthday to My Oldest Friend
May 11, 2014Happy Mother’s Day and How Does She Do It and How Does Anyone Do It?
April 22, 2014Sun In
April 13, 2014ROFL
March 6, 2014Potatoes