Thursday, May 6, 2010
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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The Eternal Critic The light verses dark and the smudged and softened brush strokes suggests to me it is, as always, religious propaganda of...
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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Empty lines- Now there are not enough notes- and I am missing notes- I am missing your notes too much time passing two, three, four, five to...
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Winged shoes in flight rarely touch the ground. I have known no one who would rely on a cloud. Cirrus is rarely serious enough. She spills i...
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July 7th the face of a rose deflates our windowsill- not much of a garden. July 8th after the party- a painting is crooked I think someone d...
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and how I wish the air smelled sweet like salty rain then maybe I could feel at home again? But sometimes- -days like today I am home, but s...
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a know-nothing non-something, a song, a back-slap, a tree without sap. crowned with ceremony and melancholia- a whistle, a snap. a marriage ...
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husband and I trek a mile for ice cream just for the creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate. shoes flipping and...
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sister so (un)successful sister so in-(dependent) sister, are you in there? "always the color blue, always take the train, always wink ...
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I thought it would be fitting to do an original of mine, but one of it's earlier drafts. I have recently reworked this poem so it includ...

I love how the translator totally mocked him in front of 50 people. That's great.
ReplyDeleteLOL! there is some truth to what he said though, don't you agree?
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skpd4PDJZlU&feature=related
ReplyDeletethere is definitely truth to this...I love it. <3
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