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Angelina+Cresencio Wedding

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Invitation - Front

Our destiny was written,
we could not end up any other way…
We’re getting married!

Angelina & Cresencio

We would be delighted if
you would join us on the day
when we say I do!

Invitation - Back

“We met on August 27, 2012
and we started dating on October 27, 2013
and with great joy we’re getting married on September 27, 2015”

Insert - Front

For us, your presence is most important, but if you wish to give us something, money would be appreciated.

Insert - Back

“If you’re not already married, you’re going to miss the train!
We can’t wait to receive your wedding invitation!”

I’m a Published Poet!

Dear Jessica,

Thank you so much for sending your work in for our Literary Sexts anthology!

We would love to include:

My hands will explore new worlds like question marks
blazing trails of tautology in close proximity
and kindling your limbs into parts of speech

It’s just what we had in mind when we made the call for submissions!

We are excited about this project & we’re thrilled to have you in the inaugural volume!

We will be in touch closer to the date of publication. If you have any questions in the meantime, don’t hesitate to reply to this email.

Much Respect,
Amanda & Caitlyn 

Literary Sexts is currently available at!


I’m feeling a bit tenuous and rather spectral today, so here’s a very special piece from way back…a couple of months ago. I’m much closer to calling this one a finished product than several of my other poems, so that must mean I’m fairly proud, right? It’s more cohesive, I think. And I believe I actually managed to express a complete thought with this one. It was inspired by “The Ghost Factory” by Iain S. Thomas which is a much better poem than this one. Perhaps you should read it instead. No? Well, you’ve been warned.

Here goes:



By Me

There’s a cold room in your house full of ghosts
The knob on the door’s always warm
I know you need to visit the past from time to time
To whisper tear-stained sonnets beneath your boozy breath
To the cold pillow her body left behind, but
One day
This will be easier
One day you won’t need to do this
You won’t have to inventory your ghosts
To make sure they’re still there
Haunting you
Haunting me

Stop trying to dress me in your dead wife’s clothes
I’m not her; She’s not me
And I can’t keep paying for her mistakes

I’m still here  
Look at me

I’m still here 
With icy hands 
Wrapped ‘round my neck

I’m still here
Don’t let them kill me

I’m still here  
I don’t want to become 
One of your ghosts  

I’m still…

There’s a cold room in your house full of ghosts 
The knob on the door’s always warm 
I hope you’ll visit me from time to time 

 I’m still here