http://www.staceyannchin.com/ en-us 2003-11-08T12:30:04+00:00 http://www.staceyannchin.com/archives/000007.html ...all night and my eyes are grateful for the swollen release. Tears are welcome. The quiet was hard enough without the padding of her. So the night passed in a huff of sobs and snot and sorrow My ex writes... staceyann 2003-11-08T12:30:04+00:00 http://www.staceyannchin.com/archives/000006.html So- now I understand the disappointment of the temperate travelers whjo end up in really wet places when the brochures said sun and sin It's pouring the cats and dogs of the cliche Wet and poet like the sky mocks... staceyann 2003-11-06T15:45:33+00:00 http://www.staceyannchin.com/archives/000004.html Dunno why. Like maybe I borrowed it. Not my arms. Legs- toes, knees not mine. Some days body parts are all over the place. Can't find them really. Can't locate the origin of nerve that produces the sensation in brain... staceyann 2003-11-04T14:04:59+00:00 http://www.staceyannchin.com/archives/000003.html Tired. Achy. Flailing in my own arms. If you know someone in West Plam Beach or Fort Lauderdale, tell em to come see us. Will let you guys know more tomorrow. Your arms around me strangle me don't love me... staceyann 2003-11-04T00:24:56+00:00 http://www.staceyannchin.com/archives/000002.html I am at the desk of one Quraysh Ali Lansana. Bad ass writer- good friend. Director of the Gwendolyn Brooks Center. Today has been a day of Communing with other writers. The conference is Amazing. The conversations all around literature... staceyann 2003-10-31T23:58:41+00:00 http://www.staceyannchin.com/archives/000001.html ...the site the journals go. one day we will have this mess of an electronic love letter carved out and sent. in any case it's been a messy couple of months again the fingers hesitate over the page each time... staceyann 2003-10-29T14:00:43+00:00