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LB Andrich

LB Andrich

Huntsville, United States

I’m a traveler, a writer, construction worker, artist, and musician. Settled like a wave-particle, I hardly know where I am.

Politically driven, environmentally smitten, and pedantically poised, I’ll find my way running.

  • Joined: December 2007

Journal

time (lines)

into nov.: / what? / did i just….was that… / and then…? / mid nov: / but… / what? / oh. / into dec.: / Oooohm. mmmy / (what times)
Posted over 7 years – Leave a comment

daysanddays

they stretch by and i / am lost in a dream / i am lost and still / this surefooted feeling will not budge / please be real
Posted almost 8 years – Leave a comment

six day ache

this week drags like a rusty chain and it’s only tuesday. / the six day days ache my brain awaaaay. / ay / ay / the fruit flies have settled around the sink now ( trojan roses) with hopes of something other than fallen rosemary or scattered lentils (i opened the bag with (that’s right) a knife = t + scissors). / meanwhile… / the dreamtime cauldron cooks up a good mixture of chao…
Posted about 8 years – Leave a comment

Seth in the Park

Monday i met Seth the mechanic, stumbling like a joke too deep for laughter. Car hot just east of town, i parked in the park and restrung my mandolin. Still silent below the side path, i heard him shuffle down the hill. / “Mind if I sit?” He looked rather rough, what with two teeth gone and hollow blue eyes. / “Sure, sure.” i said, unstringing, restringing, and plucking …
Posted about 8 years – Leave a comment
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