Some ideas are not born of logic and good sense. They are made of clouds and cobwebs. They sprout from nowhere and feed on excitement, sprinkled with adventure juice and the sweet flavor of the forbidden. The psyche moves from the realms of the ordinary and takes a delicate step towards the unknown. We know we shouldn't and that is exactly why we do.
Brigid LowryTags: logic ideas good-sense why-we-do
I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.
Brigid LowryTags: life night taste waiting rosie window juicy-life
Twenty miles out of town. A million miles from the life you left behind.
Brigid Lowrythey do not kiss
but they both want to
instead their feet touch and so do their arms
it is electric magic
their tiny arm hairs tingling
happily lying together
the sun warming them
watching sky through green-leafed gum branch
close enough to hear each other breathe
sweet togetherness
this lazy lying down dance of love
Tags: love rosie together closeness asher lying-down
. . . blah blah blah and rhubarb.
Brigid LowryYour first crush is allowed to be on a doofus."
"Mine won't be. I'll choose a handsome gypsy boy who'll break my heart, or a soft girl with a diamond in her belly button.
What cannot be seen:
our crumpled childhoods,
our scarred wrists,
how we hated our bodies,
how hard we tried,
your needle marks?
my envy.
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