Rach
Everything I see is echoing images of treelines soaring water slipping over glowing nighttime sand smells of the ocean in our hair and your shampoo in my hands i hear the hummingbirds in my ears... More »
Rach
I cannot fathom who or what would cause you to do such a thing as walk along an empty street with hands full of thirty daisies. in pools of dirty once-snow and the dust of... More »
Rach
I wrote something! surprise, surprise. Slip out past my hands like so many flickerflakes of ice I wonder if I could hold on if i tried not if i wanted to, because i do or... More »
Rach
My insecurities. I feel so much stronger, fuller, and happier, and if I would have realized how easy it was to let insecurity skedaddle, I would have done it a looong time ago.
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QaR
September 2009 
