October 2010
1 post
braided poem
homicidal student body, no I’m not your friend/
if within walls young wandering schools/
do entertain in loving haste,/
yet in our knowledge kiss the waste/
why then in marriage’s sacred grip,/
(or any wretched relationship)/
does Lucifer, the cunning void,/
in all his deeds succeed? or maybe,/
I have been cast upon my visage a veil/
whose sinewy lies do not entail/
a makeshift soul or...
August 2010
2 posts
the colors washed through the window
April 2010
1 post
i complain a lot about living in seattle
and i suppose it’s overdone, but i really do hate this city, and i don’t understand why anyone could actually think this a good, nice place to live
it’s grimy
dirty
blogging is stupid
March 2010
3 posts
i dont know… i just really think almost everyone is not good enough for me. i just think about someone and its so easy to come up with things i hate and how im better. i dont want to think like this. i want to be accepting and i want to be able to respect people.
January 2010
6 posts
Anna Aisling Fee
Listen
November 2009
1 post
October 2009
8 posts
milk and lemon in the urn
makes the ashes taste like tea
growing into families
that all abandon me
singing sweet lullabies
in the corner by yourself
and keeps a plastic record
of the decline of your health
this is a simple essay of a life forgotten by those alive
this is a trail of dead left by a wayward wife
September 2009
36 posts
dark mumblings over black coffee
i know you want to
i love alaska. →
“As if that blind rage has washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time,...”
– Albert Camus, The Stranger
