You with the Crack Running Through You by Kim Addonizio
"But isn’t it drafty at night, / alone in that canyon / with the wind of the mind / dragging its debris—"
The Numbers by Kim Addonizio
Last weekend I finally finished writing someone else's book after almost three months, four weeks of which involved one of the most intense cramming I've done in awhile. There's a kind of exhaustion that has taken root deep in my
For You by Kim Addonizio
You on my mind again, should I even be surprised. Gianni Pavesi's Rilassamento is on repeat. I could almost feel you running your fingers through my hair, again and again. For You Kim Addonizio For you I undress down to the sheaths of
My Heart by Kim Addonizio
36.5°C (97.7ºF) today, the hottest day for 2011 so far, says the news. Haven't been to the doctor yet (I hate hospitals) but current speculations to my headaches: the weather (inside my house, it's an additional three degrees of heat),
What Do Women Want? by Kim Addonizio
The truth? Today: a good book to curl up to. But sometimes a red dress, too. But for all time: you, yes, you. What Do Women Want? Kim Addonizio I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want