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I know everything about hate

captures my feelings of competition and jealousy when i attended a stanford event in high school

Prayer

I couldn’t do your job; I wouldn’t know where to start.

Embrace that never was.

I tried to paint, honest, i did. I wanted to paint the world for you, but the end result was pathetic and sad, nothing but bloody smears on a dirty window.
Cherry

The Tampax Lady (1984)

"Fallen off your bike!" "On the rag!" "Got the painters in!" Encouraged by Trisha, the visiting Tampax lady, the girls were shouting out menstruation related phrases as an icebreaker.

Roll Up! Roll Up!

Written to my daughter's artwork: http://jessicamccallum.blogspot.com.au/p/exhibit.html

Coffee Cinquain

Don't Mistake my froth for sweetness - your long

Washing Up

Hand plunged deep Into foamy, disarrayed, cleanest of all messes. -Fresh, citrusy, lukewarm- Stings her scratched up knuckles. Tired fingers handle thickly cut plates and wooden spoons
Cherry

Paul's Parka (1983)

"Have you hidden my shoes again Claire Williams?" Why did mum always use my full name when she thought I was in the wrong? "No," I replied languidly, looking up from the television.

Autistic Child

The little boy filled with choking anguish He knows there's something wrong He knows he's not right - He's on his guard - scared and senseless - trying to contain himself