"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, December 24, 2010


I walk under
burning ladders
climbing them
is impossible.
They would
turn to

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I've written nothing even remotely related to Christmas. Sorry. :)

I guess it's mostly because of how surrounded and suffocated I feel by it. It's crazy-- this is a crazy time of year. My writing is my escape, and right now, I'm escaping from good old Saint Nick.

The one biggest thing I've found out about working at a pet store is how crazy people are about their pets. Especially round this time of year: it's easily our busiest time. What, is everyone stuffing a stocking for their dog?


  1. I love this!....and I am with you on the christmas thing too.

    Nice writing. :-)

  2. You rattle off so many great poems. I echo Dox: looking forward to more of your gems! Happy New Year!


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