Brittany: Small Aircraft
By Brittany LangfordOctober 9, 2002 As if I don’thave enough bothering me,now I’m confusedby dreaming nightlyof small airplanes.I don’t understand...
By Brittany LangfordOctober 9, 2002 As if I don’thave enough bothering me,now I’m confusedby dreaming nightlyof small airplanes.I don’t understand...
By Brittany LangfordOctober 8, 2002 Tick tockTick tockAt the break of dayI roamrunningI roam. Into the breathof anothernew dayI roam....
By Brittany LangfordOctober 6, 2002 His namesparks a light in my head.Calling meand pleading to end thismasterpiece with a heart...
By Brittany LangfordOctober 1, 2002 (Part 2)His handsare a rough sculptureof thick fingers and thumbs tipped with work-proudcalluses, his badgesof...
By Brittany LangfordOctober 1, 2002 (Part 1)His leathery skin’slike indigo ink.This ragged dude. Whom some folkthink looks fiercein clothes ofmidnight...
By Brittany LangfordSeptember 24, 2002 Someoneneeds to lenda shoulder forSomebodyto lean on. It’s called“Support.” Cry, my dear, cry.Through that bigbrown...
By Brittany LangfordSeptember 21, 2002 I am a dose of medicinethat boys want to take.I am filled management.I am a...
By Brittany LangfordSeptember 20, 2002 My life in particularis not perfect,and this is what I know.You may laughand cry in...
By Brittany LangfordSeptember 19, 2002 As a child I was disowned,or shall I sayleft in a pool of misery.I missed...
By Brittany LangfordSeptember 18, 2002 There are many different waysto describe myself.I am unique. I can call myself thatbecause I...