Monthly Archives: August 2013
It must be true
I thought the fortune cookie tucked mysteriously into my basket of fish and chips felt like it had two fortunes. It did.
Posted in badass-ness, food, In the neighborhood
Tagged Do the Work, food
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The way the day starts
Yep. New Poetry Magazine. And coffee.
Posted in Do the Work, food, Poetry and Lyrics, reads
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the morning moon
moon and clouds on blue •
scraped white against morning sky •
all of the same stuff. Continue reading
Seen on the way home
…the perfect anthem for a joyful farewell party and a car milestone. Continue reading
Posted in family and friends, fiat 500, work (dayjob)
Tagged fiat 500, friends, Work (the dayjobkind)
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