Monthly Archives: October 2011

A poem about the Death Star, as told by Hope Crews.

This evening I found my one of my sister Hope’s first attempts at poetry. My mom is staying at her dad’s house while he recovers from surgery, so Hope dedicated it to her. It reads as follows: Dear mom I … Continue reading

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math homework, the first intelligent and meaningful conversation i’ve had in months, two new friends gained in a week, and the shins. i think i’m actually happy tonight.

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the shifting of names & stars

what begins to bother me after a while is the sameness of both what i want and what i hate, and the way they start to manifest themselves in the patterns of the shadows of my ceiling. if i had … Continue reading

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i sleep with a metal baseball bat.

it makes my mom feel better. also, i am glad to have it, because while i am not particularly worried about my home being broken into, i am most definitely worried about the monsters that live under my bed and … Continue reading

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happiness

packages in the mail. particularly delightful ones. making things out of other things, and then giving them away. writing two letters in one day to two of the loveliest people i know, miss erin and holly. (i would link, but … Continue reading

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anyone who doesn’t believe in rape culture is an idiot, and i hope they’re offended by my saying that.

just a note to all the people out there who claim to be feminists and yet think porn is great, prostitution is “beautiful” and rape is funny, although i am fairly sure this applies to none of my regular followers: … Continue reading

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on not sucking

today, i figured out pretty much the whole world sucks and it makes me really angry, and that most people suck too. so all you lovely people who don’t suck, keep on not sucking, because i really like you, and … Continue reading

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fear-trafficking

contrasts; soft, clear weather like cool cotton sheets blowing through my window, backpack full of every necessity, loaded and waiting by my door. plans, plans, plans, just like my favorite album, so many possibilities to not be alone, but in … Continue reading

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