Monday 4 April 2011
Poet on the Bridge
May 2010
Know you must
against even
a just act will wait
with eyes attracted to the soil of
the ground or the concrete of the
ground or the road, the highway,
the wilderness of roads and
highways, consider
me also, who in the boundaries
of a definite end, bellows, with
tension of phlegm, beneath need,
crushes limbs, a sojourn, a
sojourn.
Robert Samuel Snyderman
(Brooklyn Bridge)
www.thecorrespondingsociety.com
me and my clothes are separated by an ocean..
I recently got reunited with a small part of my wardrobe. It was like seeing old friends again..
good bye ten hello eleven
opening christmas gifts, so sweetly picked out and wrapped for me by my Moma. xoxox Love you forever S x
Christmas and New Year..
The lonely Berkshires to Manhattan.
New Years Eve, stayed in and cooked with the girlies. Wore my Patricia Field Dollar dress, for Alla.
"Christmas is for family, not for lover's" said Mr Jew
New Years Eve, stayed in and cooked with the girlies. Wore my Patricia Field Dollar dress, for Alla.
"Christmas is for family, not for lover's" said Mr Jew
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