waiting on the front porch

she just stood there on the front porch waiting for her will to come and get her she was packed she had a suitcase full of noble intentions she had a map and a straight face hell bent on reinvention she was learning about please and huge humilities then one day she looked around her and everything up til then was showing and she wondered how did i get here without even knowing where i was going? ~ani difranco

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Location: montreal, quebec, Canada


Friday, October 20, 2006


it always hurts when it happens in your backyard.


Blogger Ched said...

Hmmmm. Tragic.

8:45 p.m.  
Blogger kerry said...

thank you for your kind words in your comment to me. i have thought about your tag several times since you mentioned it, and i simply have not been able to write one yet. i just read your letter to yourself last night and i read it a second time right away. i had tears in my eyes. your words and your view of the world and yourself are beautiful, and good for my soul to read. i will keep thinking over whether or not i can fulfill your triple-dare :-)
i'm also wanting to read through some of your other archives...i think today just may be the perfect day to do so in order to avoid studying! so glad to have found you here.

8:17 a.m.  
Blogger b/sistersshoes said...

Bee~ reading the news article was so sad. Putting any possible name with the evidence makes it feel so much more ...real.

I hope you are having a good time with your company and enjoy the rest of your weekend love.

I'm half Canadian French and we have relatives in Mont. so I just may find myself up your way some day.

keep laughing,

xxx darlene

11:32 a.m.  

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