December 2009
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Heckling the Afterglow
Snowblink I want this to be my prayer
I’ll let all the fists clenched in me fall supine. I’ll let all the eddies in me cease to whirl. I’ll let my damp, dark braid daily unfurl. I’ll let every lace I plait return to twine. Now this home is an opened oyster. Now we know for certain of its treasure treasure treasure. Now we know for certain it has passed on. I’ll...
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what she meets and what she fears / are less than... →
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The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your...
– prose poem, the imaginitive Charles Simic
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come darkness: petite curation →
i think this is what i try to do in my room!
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sparkle girl: chrissie white →
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Sorrow(ed) boy, you can feel the universe behind...
Akron/Family: good good words.
and you find your body
in between the waves
a sonic hover
for the lonely days
your mood so mellow
how your colors bloom
you steal the evening
from an empty room
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A lesson on the funny word 'gerund' and using the...
Jasmine: "Teaches" instead of "is teaching!" I caught the gerbil!
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Bathroom stall scratches
Elicit aqueducts from my eyes
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Thought
Saw a fabulous One-Act called The Sin-Eaters:
What if to love is to eat the other person’s sins?
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Theory
magicmolly:
Rain is outdoor motion which gives indoor motionlessness its appeal. We adjust naturally to balance the two.
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