
Monday, April 13, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
in bed
We live in bed, We love in bed
We sleep in bed, sometimes we toss and turn.
We cry in bed, and share a secret
We relax in bed, and catch up on the day's news.
We sleep alone, or with a partner,
We giggle with girlfriends, Cuddle with children,
Or just enjoy the space to ourselves...
In bed.
.......elizabeth gravenor
We sleep in bed, sometimes we toss and turn.
We cry in bed, and share a secret
We relax in bed, and catch up on the day's news.
We sleep alone, or with a partner,
We giggle with girlfriends, Cuddle with children,
Or just enjoy the space to ourselves...
In bed.
.......elizabeth gravenor
Monday, April 6, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
poem #1
sleepless
still warm
tossed and turned out
for another day
i couldn't resist
this request
for a still warm unmade
self
still warm
tossed and turned out
for another day
i couldn't resist
this request
for a still warm unmade
self
story #1
I don't have a camera!
But I do have a story. In university, I had long hair, a sloppy big brown coat, and I used to wear these loose untucked prison workshirts (part of my punk aesthetic). I would also sometimes take naps in the hallways between classes. I earned myself the nickname, "the Unmade Bed."
But I do have a story. In university, I had long hair, a sloppy big brown coat, and I used to wear these loose untucked prison workshirts (part of my punk aesthetic). I would also sometimes take naps in the hallways between classes. I earned myself the nickname, "the Unmade Bed."
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