Friends Who can live without? Family Clay of my clay Writing Recent and less recent Dreams My most vivid Links Related sites |
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My name's Becca. I'm 22 and I live in Wisconsin. I have recently graduated from UW-Milwaukee with a B.A. in Russian. My hometown is Appleton. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
Update 1/27/09 I'm just updating the site in passing. I've changed a lot in three years and this site seems terribly old and not very me now, but I doubt I'll make any major changes. Update 5/10/06 School is coming to an end and my trip to Russia is coming up. I'm doing some slight polishing on the site today, nothing major. Update 3/11/06 One year later, and things have changed a lot. I've broken up with Jeremy and am now, technically, single. I work at the school library. I am going to study abroad in Russia for the summer and the fall. It is one year to the day since Allyce died. Update 3/20/05 I would like to add dates to Journal Entries, but can't until Diaryland stops being a douchebag. Update 3/15/05 Added Journal Entries to the Writing section. |
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Update 3/13/05 Notice how I have made the site pretty. Dreams were added yesterday, and depending on how lazy I decide I am, I will keep adding onto it. Today I mourn the death of my friend Allyce. Rest in peace. Watch out for the rest of us. |
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Butcher Shop Sometimes walking late at night I stop before a closed butcher shop. There is a single light in the store Like the light in which the convict digs his tunnel. An apron hangs on the hook: The blood on it smeared into a map Of the great continents of blood, The great rivers and oceans of blood. There are knives that glitter like altars In a dark church Where they bring the cripple and the imbecile to be healed. There's a wooden block where bones are broken, Scraped clean- a river dried to its bed Where I am fed, Where deep in the night I hear a voice. -Charles Simic, 1967 |