Monthly Archives: November 2014

a letter to an emperor

Hey I couldn’t sleep and I always had a thing for these predawn couple hours and while I sipped the first sips from the strong cup of Maxwell House Colombian coffee and puffed the first Pall Mall two quotes appeared … Continue reading

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The First Book of Yuck

Don’t know how or what to say here except what I used for a description, which goes something like: best way I can think to give a potential reader an idea is to pick up the word, ‘vignette’ and consider … Continue reading

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2014 #268

no doubt there are states joyous as well as counties dour. Sometimes the seat selects a fox who sells a notion imported from a pole. Alaskans mail themselves to Florida. But neither Alaska nor Florida were asked to drop their … Continue reading

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2014 #267

blossoms of hard red – oh how puffy their egos when they prated about how they were tough enough to withstand all the frost forces blasted at them while the peonies withered way before – barely had to blow pumpkin … Continue reading

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2014 #266

shell’s delicate enough since transatlantic transport became a wad tossed to the trash and sticky orange soda syrup offended the readymade-damned when the readymade-damned could’ve used that time for something productive like horticulture, masonry, animal husbandry, pottery, photography, poetry, but … Continue reading

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2014 #265

Said I see what you say then said too bad a turtle out of the trillions of turtles to ever trod or traipse terrains rocky, sandy, muddy, did not yet invent a turtle train. “Blueprints have been drawn. A few … Continue reading

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2014 #264

Maybe maple and beech getting naked motivates emotion while walking the lane these feet knew when Batman was big; men entombed of late around the present age and a mind might slide into a melancholy rhapsody blaring full blast across … Continue reading

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