Cracked Justins, 9.5 B...
Who broke these boots in?
It's intimate. The way they
held him they hold me.
posted by hrtucker @ 9:30 PM
Daydream
A blog written (almost) entirely in (bastardized) haiku.
About Me
- Name: hrtucker
- Location: Athens, Georgia, United States
The first time around, I majored in english literature, which wasn't entirely a mistake. I have begun working toward a degree in landscape architecture. I suspect that grad school is coming up soon. I want to spend my time restoring damaged wetlands and rivers, or maybe creating spaces in cities that help people to unwind. I never want to set foot in a cubicle again. Daydream tells a story in snap-shots. Each poem presents something that happened on the day it was written. Why haiku? Especially, why such bad, off-topic, not concerned with nature (usually) haiku? To keep it brief! Nobody likes a long rambling blog. If they say they do, they are just being nice. Letters to a Cowboy is a mixed bag. Take from it what you can.For best results, read it chronologically, from bottom to top.
Previous Posts
- Sitting and waiting...
- A fixer-upper...
- Peripheral vision...
- Tactile vision...
- Unnecessary cruelty...
- My namesake...
- Companionship...
- Hard to let it settle...
- A clear, breezy morning...
- Getting older too...
Thursday, January 12, 2006
It's intimate. The way they
held him they hold me.
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