15-25/30 4.15.11 - 4.25.11 - 30/30 Catch Up

15/30 4.15.11 - Six Worder

found love. tore off the tag.

16/30 4.16.11 - I

ran shaking fingers
under your heartstrings, ready to
negotiate the

fire burning through
a line already charred and e-
rased. can you swallow

fumes so my lungs can
air out? i pause, you have al-
ready pulled the strings

                                                              away.

17/30 4.17.11 - I will keep house in a home never built (late night draft)

I’m so lovesick 
that I have no original 
lines pumping through me. 

I feel as though I will 
die with this burden 
held below my chin. 

All I want to do is tape love 
letters to your front door 
and make everyone you 
love fall in love with me. 

Would you then reciprocate? 

I play house in the arms 
of another, waiting for you 
to knock on the front door 
with a bottle of milk and promises 
strong enough to knock out any
decaying secrets. 

I know I might become 
a desperate housewife, but keeping 
you underneath my pen 
will make me a millionaire. 

Love stories about 
the one who got away 
always become bestsellers, 
but I’ll always be bitter 
that you sold me out. 

It was love versus tradition. 
I would have written it differently.

18/30 4.18.11 - El deseo de los cuentos de hadas

Todavía te quiero 
debajo de mi lengua. 

¿Podemos actuar 
la segunda
parte de cuentos 
de hadas?

Creo que podría 
ser la manzana 
el príncipe se comió 
a unirse a su princesa.

¿Puedo quedarme 
con usted cuando 
el flujo de los jugos?

19/30 4.19.11 - Denial

Old patterns tell us nothing
more than what we possibly
desire. I burned our old
letters in defiance.

20/30 4.20.11 - Courir à toute allure

Je t'aime plus 
que les battementsde 
coeur rapides 
dans mapoitrine. 

Il me tue quand 
vos yeux d'accélérer 
le rythme.

21/30 4.21.11 - Filled

Too much love
lays at the edge
of my pen.

I could write
you a love poem
every moment
you're awake.

22/30 4.22.11 - Journey

greatness can only
chase you so far. don't give its
fears road blocks. just go.

23/30 4.23.11 - Cocina

24/30 4.24.11 - Buried, Not Saved*

Golden Child, dearest love: 

You're the white 
sands of the islands. 

I bury my toes, 
break your perfection 
with my imprint. 

You brush me away.


* Entered into a random contest for Gotham Writers.

25/30 4.25.11 - Lessons with Alice (Haiga)

First draft of this haiga