young and full of running
about steph holmbo
grab your backpack. tie your shoelaces tight.
can be found in colorado, chasing the sunrise, or reading Kerouac. listens to laughter and her sisters advice. wears cowboy boots. dances to michael jackson on wood floors, in rain, alone. eats green apples. most appropriate nickname: pixie. travels often like a bohemian vagabond. wanders everywhere.
spends too much time writing, not enough time sleeping.
steph. holmbo.
To order her chapbook, Sadness Shields For Sale, click here.
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It begins, “ This English is not enough”
It ends, “I will live as long as you love me”
Translated loosely, it goes: my language is insufficient. It is a spoon of sand to the flood. My words do not know how to take the things within and drag them through me. My throat is…
This is my jerky beez. Forever.
I thank him daily for wasting so much of his time on a little one like me.
Read this. And then read it again. Then again.
