will-storckEcho

34 / M / South Korean
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SycamoreLaughter & glitter / Sunshining through straight white teeth – voice unheard of / With a smile to make any man slither over
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Mar 20, 2013
The People Person‘In the end, it’s the indifference that gets you. You think you’ll have years to get to know each other and, what the hell do they call it, grow “emotionally” together. Relationally. Forget it. That ***** for the birds.’ / Scrtchschrrttchschrttch. / The subject arched his extended index and middle fingers on both hands twice in quick succession as he said “emotionally”. He pronounces “birds” as if it’s spelled b-o-y-d-s.
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Feb 1, 2013
Lakeshores are so lonely during the winterLakeshores are so lonely during the winter and in turn make me lonely. / The light almond sand is still covered with the peace sign spokes of gulls’ feet. / The waves and tide are slower and groggy. Everything takes on a grayish tint and the cold air soaks through cotton layers, socks over socks, and deep into the skeleton. Bones take on a new meaning in the winter. They appear white but compared to snow they are filthy from their responsibilities to the living. They become ***** from living. Everything sounds different here. Voices are muffled. Words mix in with the push of water and become deconstructed into just noise. Speech becomes something of tone and inflection. Speech becomes human birdcalls. The sky is the same grayness as the water and there is always wind. Moving air pushes snowflakes into my dark eyes and black hair. It’s almost as if they are fighting to push me back. Creature of heat and light and breath. You do not belong here.
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Apr 8, 2012
SplitThe summer’s light is raining on everything it touches / The grass damp with fluid rejoices at / This gift from the gods
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Mar 25, 2012
An American PortraitI love it when someone’s thrown into the scene / Like a motorcyclist hitting a woman picking up her children from school / And before she can **** her head back to ask
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Feb 1, 2012
The Indie WillSometimes I wonder where I’ll be / In five years. Such possibilities though I know I squander / Most of them. None just feel right y’know?
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Feb 1, 2012
Brain holesShe fell and broke her hip / Though that’s not what killed her / No, she fought long and hard to keep her sanity
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Jan 18, 2012
The Paper ElephantsAfter a great while the paper elephants march / In their sparse herd they lumber along / One by one, their thick legs slam into the earth
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Jan 16, 2012
Descriptive QuipsLeft foot walking faster than your right / With no one laying an eye on you but yourself / Razor rhetoric
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Oct 7, 2011
We Are TryingOn those cool summer nights / We would walk through the grass / And our feet would get wet from the dew
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Oct 2, 2011
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