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Monthly Archives: June 2014
2014 #131
so our ball spins and spins fast our ball spins and feet slip in mud or stick in mud; slipping would be more for what is polish which mirrors gleam. The easy answer is shaped like a beer mug gloom … Continue reading
for my favorite relative
seems like the precise moment delivers fellowship reminders as in kin and a select countenance takes shape rapidly, the select countenance belonging to one whose art always was to never get too worked up over much of anything and was … Continue reading
2014 #130
…so go ahead and bump back when coming in the pocket, give touches that twitch if the bumpy so insists as our oriental hostess may in mist swim in and spread some sweet butter coat blend designed to stoke much … Continue reading
2014 #129
facing fact which is a face stoic with granite rude in forcing knowledge of the road slinking from the dark torrent ahead and is no more than crude pavement coarse as a field of stubble easily exceeding fifty fancy eras, … Continue reading
2014 #128
stag beetle slips the overcoat off and mandibles squeak a blessing to the mansion’s main crustacean who just nods and a whisker dips and a whisper hails an usher who calls a cicada mother who leads the way to the … Continue reading
2014 #127
yellowy, runny, the moment’s plank fencing took off on a march; spread the focal field in a candy coat kind of red and an attention had to hold the line that would not cooperate
letting go?
I still feel the nagging suspicion that I should funnel wordsmith energies to the completion of novel or novella – or prose; I feel this should because I feel I should, and it does possess spoonfuls of enjoyment. But no … Continue reading
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wish I’d done this last year
An actual tangible collection is now available for the holding in the hands or the chucking to the table or the floor or to scribble in or heck maybe to snuggle under covers with…. Paper Cuts
checking in
bad news: time ticks away, bringing the departure day ever cruelly closer. I’m going to miss this place so damn bad. I love Romania. Love Bucharest. The only way I can keep from falling to pieces is to think of … Continue reading
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2014 #126
they thrust me early into Protestantism. The stories were neat. So were the smells of minty chewing gums. And contemplating concepts like eternity and streets of gold in a place you have to crane your neck to try for a … Continue reading