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ah this fingerprint. i see it still lingers. as i turn this fabricated corner and view what is true for the first time. or is it really their first time? this has happened before hasn’t it? i have seen in. oh

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.03.2009 @ 1:43 am

my fingerprint is mine. imagine something it’s impossible for anyone else to have. my fingerprint. does it even say anything about me? for something so unique, what will it tell another human about myself? nothing. i am convinced my fingerprint does not display my life’s tale. it does not tell about summer days spent on 35th street.

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.02.2009 @ 3:17 pm

my passport could have easily been the only thing i had with me. but it wasn’t. on my right shoulder i carried an old worn down red bag. there were no labels on it when i picked it up from that big old salvation army back in ninety-nine. and the bag wasn’t empty as it rested on my shoulder, either.

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.16.2009 @ 11:18 pm

the disconnect between us happened way back when in september. when the trees still held leaves and the sun left the sky a little earlier every day. but now it’s april and those trees are waiting for buds to pop up so their life can regenerate once more. and here i sit, like a tree, waiting for our life to regenerate.

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.14.2009 @ 7:39 pm

i am an international woman. my name is of no importance to you. where i have been and what i have done mean nothing to you. but i sit here and tell you that i am an international woman. i have been places. i have done things. i have experienced life and learned lessons for it. i am a different person every day because i choose to be. because i am international. and i like my life that way. are you international?

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.13.2009 @ 12:44 pm

why do i always feel like i have to ask questions about the words that i am presented with on this website? what is a limit? what does the word limit mean to mean? do i have a limit? do i have multiple limits? when i think of limit, i think of the word “enough.” is there such thing as “enough?” this i am unsure of. i don’t know that i’ve ever felt enough.

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.10.2009 @ 11:26 pm

my mother always taught me one important thing other than to foster a hatred for country. she always taught me that i must be able to provide for myself. at eight, she carried her laundry to the laundromat all by herself, she says. i am no exception. at sixteen, she paid the phone and high school tuition bill, she says. i am no exception.

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.07.2009 @ 10:20 pm

the blackout of the city caused not quite what we would call a commotion. it was quiet for once. and from what i believe, everyone who witnessed it was astonished. and for once, the citizens were silenced. everyone stood around silent, staring at something so surreal.

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 04.05.2009 @ 3:06 pm

cupids arrow is the first one that comes to mind but i hate cliches like that. arrows are a symbol for direction. and arrow points us to where we need to go. arrows are a helping hand when we are confused. an arrow on the road warns us for what is to come. dont you wish our minds had arrows for every situation? “go this way, not that way. do this, not that. pick him”

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 10.30.2009 @ 2:30 pm

everyone always says their parents and teachers told them not to run with scissors as a child. i have always wondered why my parents never taught me that. i’ve never had an accident. maybe they knew i was smarter than that. maybe they had faith in me not to do something that stupid. why can’t i talk about something more important than this? i am stumped.

Posted By elizabeth ashley On 10.29.2009 @ 9:04 pm