Enough With The Downers

Feeling low and tired. I either don't get the world or the world doesn't get me. The urge to engage in bittersweet laughing is very strong. The world is beautiful and terrible. You can never do enough. Emotions have been on a roller-coaster all week. Just feel exhausted. There's too much to do and care about. Hey! We can carry each other's burden for a while. Only if we know what each other's burden *is*.

Poetry Round-Up for August 2005

The Fool and the Summerlands, Part 2

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Pretty

Coyote Keeps His Date

Prayer to the Patron Saint of Bookworms and Gluttons