Journal

Naptime Five Hundred #1: Samantha Seager

You probably don’t know who Samantha Seager is, do you. Get a grip.

The beginning

The poem is my description of the birth of my baby, short story written from my point of view.

healthy living

feed me! my shopping malls feed me! my vitamins feed me! my greens my shopping malls my apples and oranges

mirror mirror

girls girls girls mirror mirror media mirror girls girls girls mirror media mirror mirror class

the elephant and their Buddha

worship Buddha worship worship worship image worship Buddha image worship

Ursula’s

The further away from home you are , being Irish makes you proud .

Column

Unsuspected happenstance, a womb memory with slapped face and gauntleted hands, a history sitting before you, open but surrounded by sourceless red light. Heavy winds that have borne me,

The sentence

The form of words that unlocks that fastened box, safe, and chest wide open shuts that open door attempted by a hungry face of a dream crossed.

Gifts

Usually given with great thought, Often accepted with none at all. Signs of friendship, love, respect; They are not to be taken lightly. Two gifts that look the same,

Sweet Nature

So he did and felt a great relief afterwards...