tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873505931769500174.post2188822167142648404..comments2012-05-28T16:58:45.381-04:00Comments on The Hungry Pony: Daughter of PaperLucy Carnaghihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17347673058732053524noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873505931769500174.post-12742288932043976662010-04-09T12:04:15.706-04:002010-04-09T12:04:15.706-04:00this too. hell yes, hell yes. this poem is going...this too. hell yes, hell yes. this poem is going out the bright back door: i'm seeing the bellies of birds all of a sudden. near an oak grove in the middle of a prairie i can see horses with backs heavy with joy.Patrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17920662390713764053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8873505931769500174.post-39728098586258620912009-10-03T22:06:09.608-04:002009-10-03T22:06:09.608-04:00fucking love this lucy.
strong work.
golds crashin...fucking love this lucy.<br />strong work.<br />golds crashing...<br />into blues into blacks.<br />thanks.christopher jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187733985148748066noreply@blogger.com