Posted by: justine on: Sat, 05/7/11
Blank untitled notepad, leaving nothing saved Unused sheets of paper, too precious to be stained Collecting ink pens, Scribbling on a coffeehouse planner, Boredom defeated. The glory of a writer. *This note-booth entry was first published Feb. ’10 on author’s personal Tumblr site.
Posted by: justine on: Tue, 04/26/11
The best diamonds reside not in the hands of skilled men.
Posted by: justine on: Sun, 02/6/11
I am a fan of cynicism, of cynics Of gods who overuse poetic license Of straight sentences pretending to be poetry. Dare not, Is the sweet advice waiting to be heard Dare not try the varying rhythms. The gods may cringe at the thought of an invader Sweet merciless thoughts They eye you Verse after [...]